I’ve written creative nonfiction essays for publications including Grain, The Rumpus, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, The Atlantic, among others. Here are a few samples of my work.
[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he Salish Sea is a wet lung breathing outside our balcony while Doug and I sleep. It inhales and exhales all night long, sucking seaweed into its salty windpipe, spitting crustaceans upon the shores of Galiano Island…Read It
[dropcap]E[/dropcap]ver since The Accident, Mum considered all black cars to be rakshasas—demons, in the parlance of Hindu mythology—especially on Saturdays, a day governed by Saturn, the planet responsible for delays…
[dropcap]H[/dropcap]ere, amidst the shuffling carousel of seniors, this handsome elder really stood out. Unlike everyone else in the room, he was taller than me. He also had style: black satin shirt and gold necklace style. He strode up to me and bowed….Read It
[dropcap]I[/dropcap]n my memory, I am 11 years old, lying on a massage table in a dimly lit room. Two women are rubbing herbalized oil into my skin. At first, I’m a little insecure about my bony ribs and chest, but as the women’s hands sweep across my body, I settle into a state of deep relaxation….Read It
[dropcap]E[/dropcap]veryone knows grandparents have a limited shelf life. That’s why, anticipating my paternal grandmother’s imminent demise, I began saving her letters when I was 10. Given that I am now 40 and she’s 100, you can imagine I’ve amassed quite the stash of pressed pansies….