"What comes out of my mouth is the cry a dog makes after being hit by a car, a shrill whimper. It’s the sound you go searching for in the dark, shining the flashlight into corners. What is making that terrible noise? For a moment, I chase the sound in my mind, wondering, and then I’m startled to realize: it’s me."Read more
"This voice came out, ready to chat. I got to give voice to a really dark side of my personality. I didn’t want to do anything else. We had houseguests, and the whole time I was like, aaaaaaah, get out. I was in love with this project. I’ve never had that experience before. I don’t know if I’ll have it again."Read more
I am drawing at the kitchen table, tracing the outlines of a dinosaur, when I find that my hand, in defiance of the vision in my mind, makes a line that ruins the dinosaur. There will be no dinosaur. I begin to cry. My mom, who is a weaver and works from home, comes over to see what I am crying about.
This morning, a 7.3 temblor rattled the already-ravaged nation of Nepal. More buildings have crumbled; more lives have been lost in the rubble and…
Last week in Mumbai, trying to recover from some respiratory bug that is clinging like scale to my throat and lungs, I stared at the brick walls of my room, and listened to the barks and yells and mumbles from the street against a background of near-constant honking horns.
In the eighth month of my nine-month human pregnancy, I go on a binge-Googling of animal gestation periods. Frilled sharks, I discover, gestate for 42 months. Elephants take 22 months. Sperm whales: 16. Walruses: 15. Rhinos: 14.
In Michoacán, the migrating mariposas appear with November, as if trailing the marigolds trucked in for Day of the Dead. They come by the fragile millions, fluttering a few thousand miles from el norte to the transvolcanic range of their own origin.
Columbus, Georgia, is, above all else, an Army infantry town, and it showed in the crowd on the Friday night that Tim O’Brien came to tell war stories…