Why I Write About My Family
May 5, 2014Theme Essay by Ruth Carmel
The glory and heartache of having your own family is there’s no possibility of staying out of the mess.
The glory and heartache of having your own family is there’s no possibility of staying out of the mess.
She told me to never go anywhere without a book, a bathing suit, and a sweater.
It was winter when the small wedding happened. Everyone was no taller than six inches.
We share the same blood line, we share our Vietnamese culture, and our misplaced community is our own.
I ache a little bit when a new game doesn’t show narrative ambition.
What’s so cool about Grandma is that she’s the only one who knows I’m bisexual.
Maybe feeling for a minute that I was a prize—so obviously devoted and still sort of pretty, even.