Category: Reflections

Winter in April: On Chen Chen, Defecation, and Asian Bodies

“Mostly, though, we all laughed together because so much more makes us similar than what makes us different—albeit critically different. And I would say, too, wonderfully different.”

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Almaden

“I was too young to care much about time—it was all just a vast substance that clung to me, moved me, invisible and inconsequential.”

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Nass Remembrances

Three Nass writers reflect on what it means to know someone after they’re gone.

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Wet, Hot, Senile Summer

A consideration of suburbia and its inhabitants in relation to the American Dream.

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Giving, Going; Living, Loving

“Everyday she grew older. This obvious fact had never seemed obvious before.”

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The Dictionary of Identities

“When the word ‘diversity’ enters the conversation, I am to be made an example and a representative…. It’s as if I cannot possibly be content simply existing”

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Life Lessons from Mahler and Fungi

Two Nass writers reflect on the nature of beauty through myriad lenses.

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What I Remember of Philadelphia: An Incomplete, Random List

“On those evenings, I fancied myself a tortured artist, sipping a Coors Light and stewing in the majesty of my ideas. I even wrote some of them down.”

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The Opposite of Hunger is Still Hunger

“But you put me here in America— in rich, white, suburban America, where the people are bland and the food even more so. You put me here in this diner, and I hate you for it.”

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Empty Spaces

“Even though I said that I wanted to fill in all this empty space around me, I’ve also come to realize that I need some space to be empty.”

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Fake Housewives, Get Out

In which a writer contemplates the influence of housewives, real and fake.

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Dream Diary

“As the months passed, we became two strangers who would only ever meet in dreams.”

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