Pakistan
I felt a familiar numbness settle over me
Living in Pakistan has taught me that political change is not as sexy or dramatic as I had envisioned it as a teenager in suburban Dallas.
Winter Light in Lahore
In winter the noise of the Lahore streets sounds different. It is clean and vivid.
My Airport: Karachi
There’s just a handful of airlines that still make it to Pakistan, so even the wealthiest of Jinnah International’s patrons have limited options.
Me Today Primary category in which blog post is published
I moved back and forth between this life and that life
Caught constantly between my open wounds pressed against sharp edges and my peeling skin, and her open wounds pressed against sharp edges and her peeling skin.
Jennalee
It didn’t just happen overnight, the neat, sarcastic packaging of my childhood misfortunes.
Sweet Leaf
Paan is a substance that occupies a space somewhere between a snack and a drug — a space left vacant in the West.
