embracing ambivalence, returning to one's hometown and the musings it inspires during a time of collective dread, a canine writing team, and the power of imagination
For decades my writing was just for me. Then in the nineties, I discovered communities of queer South Asian artists and activists, radical BIPOC writers. . . . This is when I realized being a writer could be a lifestyle rather than my secret passion.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that receiving a letter in the mail when you’re a teenager in lockup feels like a small miracle, every single time . . .