The Weight of the Unspoken
In the physics of the everyday, we rarely consider the burden of the unseen. We carry our histories in the way we hold our shoulders, in the set of a jaw, or in the quiet rhythm of a walk that has traversed the same pavement for a lifetime.…
The Weight of Becoming
We are born with faces that belong to our fathers. Then comes the time when we must choose a face of our own. It is a quiet violence, this shedding of the old skin to reveal something that has been waiting underneath. In the north, we know…
Float like a Lily Flower, by Shahnaz ParvinThe Weight of Water
I spent this morning watching the rain hit the windowpane, tracing the little rivers that formed on the glass. It’s funny how we spend so much of our adult lives trying to stay dry, trying to keep our feet on solid, predictable ground. But…