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Non-Fiction

The Loneliness of Loss

“Her touch. Her tone. Comforts? Cajoles? I can’t translate the language they’re communicating.”

Arrival

I stumble out of the matatu taxi, struggle to hoist up my weighty backpack, and am immediately confronted by several people standing nearby under the leafy canopy of a large thorny acacia tree.

Words

“Words were minced into morsels that she could spit across the room like outrageous profanities.”

Divided By One

“No one told us what we should do while doctors opened his ribcage and stopped his heart.”

Irish Exit

“For in that version, he had spared me a distant handshake. Spared me a goodbye. Left me the wide universe.”

Homemade Insanity

Homemade Insanity

“My sweet, forbidden, secret recipe. Doctors will call you bipolar disorder, but to me, you are life itself.”