White in the Desert

As you walk through the medina men call out to you, trying to guess from your appearance where you’re from,...

The Welsh exist exclusively in my mind as men. No, I know they’re not Tolkien’s dwarves, sprung fully formed, beards and all, from the ground. But my entire perception of Wales is through the robust verse of Dylan Thomas: tortured poets with dark hair and darker eyes and wicked smiles; mistakes waiting to happen; all […]

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My dog is dying. A degenerative disease has completely paralyzed her back legs. It will spread slowly, with apathetic deliberation, and it will take over her entire body. My dog is dying. I have known this for months, seen the videos of my dad carrying her up and down the stairs, discussed her doctor visits […]

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When I was a child, my teacher pulled my mother aside and had a conversation about my reading skills or, rather, lack thereof. Concerned at my non-existent progress and my petrifying silence, my teacher suggested that I may be mentally handicapped in some way. Now, there is nothing shameful in having a reading disability or […]

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During the second half of winter term at LAMDA, we workshopped a production of Tirso de Molina’s play Don Juan or The Trickster of Seville.  This play was a struggle for me—it wasn’t the challenge of playing a character who was off center for my type, it was the fact that I found the protagonist of the play […]

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