On Small Kindnesses
On a morning when my nerves crackled with anxiety, my writing teacher read us the poem “Small Kindnesses” by Danusha Lameris and encouraged us to consider
Vibha Akkaraju
Kashmir’s Girls
Wasia Jan was six years old when her father was killed in the India-Pakistan border conflict. The year was 1999. He was a tailor and had never been involved wit
Kashmir’s Girls
Wasia Jan was six years old when her father was killed in the India-Pakistan border conflict. The year was 1999. He was a tailor and had never been involved wit
How I Met My Husband
I’ve forgotten the could-be’s name, but remember all too well the feelings that he elicited in me: discomfort, disconnection and a self-consciousness to the
An Ode to My Mac Air
My favorite gift ever, the thing that meant so much more to me than the slick, Silicon Valley emblem it is generally taken for, is on its deathbed. The lump in
The One Percent American Girl
Recently, there was a big blowout party for the American Girl store opening at Stanford Mall. Our youngest daughter was ready to hand over her piggy bank. I was
