I stood on my back porch, the air smelling of ozone and wet grass, watching a crow hop along the…

I remember sitting in a rickety plastic chair in Mombasa, the salt air sticking to my skin, when a grandmother…

I was standing in the middle of a chaotic market in Nairobi, the air thick with the smell of roasting…

I spent most of my twenties laughing at my grandmother whenever she told me not to leave my shoes on…

I remember standing in the back of a drafty stone chapel in 2009, watching my best friend Clara adjust her…

I remember the day I realized my favorite ring was working against me. The air in my small studio felt…

I remember sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen back in the late nineties, the smell of burnt toast and old lavender…

The first time I saw the dark liquid bloom across my white linen shirt, I didn’t just see a stain.…

I am standing in line at a tiny bodega in Queens, the air smelling of toasted sesame and over-roasted coffee,…

I once spent three hours scrubbing a coffee stain off my desk because I was convinced the brown smudge looked…