Appa grew up in a little boat town in Kerala called Alleppey (pronounced al-ah-pee). He stayed on a little rice paddy farm and bought the essentials 6 months in advance from the boatmen who passed by. “When I was young,”… Continue Reading
The first winter, she was ten. The world was made white. She watched the glass fog up around her face, and her nose grew numb. She closed her eyes and heard her grandmother’s voice from far away, from the summer,… Continue Reading
“May I take control now?” the support tech asks me, her telephone voice so barely above a whisper I’m convinced she’s aware of the sexual innuendo. “Sure,” I say nervously, feeling naked and twelve years old. Like sorcery, the pointer… Continue Reading