We sit at the open courtyard, around a small, round table in bamboo chairs gazing out at the passing heads. The garden would gift us..

I thought about torching the place; finally, just burning the house, the barn, and the field to the ground. I longed to hear the wooden..

NPerhaps the blue ones would take her swimming in the cobalt waters, diving into the deep, deep ocean of oblivion, breathing water and narcotics instead..

Pishi’s car had still not pulled out of the driveway. Inside the house, Baba’s door closed on us. Under the yellow porch bulb that was..

They say drowning hurts.  Really, really hurts. They say it’s excruciating and scarier than you can imagine.  I suppose that makes sense, given that water..

I was dressed in a ghastly shade of pink, bright and sugary, like a Popsicle. My skin reeked of sun block and bug repellant. The..

Genevieve wanted a leprechaun. She’d never held a leprechaun. She’d never even seen one, not a real live one, but when Papa spoke and when..

He was running wildly, panting for breath as his heart beat furiously like a terrified bird trying to break out of its cage. They were..

Twenty years ago, they were madly in love. She loved him so much that she left her long-term boyfriend for him and moved to a..

Rels meant relatives. Cooz stood for cousin. Fat was for father. This new lingo exasperated me. I bit my nails every time I heard it..

In the late 1980s, Bombay (now Mumbai) had morphed into a rebellious teenager, the child of loving philanthropic parents but an incomplete adult, a poster-child..

I haven’t been homeless all my life.  There was a time when I had a cozy bed to sleep in and a fine roof over..

“Lassiwala..oy… lassiwala!” The young girl’s voice drifted down the dark, rain-washed corridor of the chawl. She stood for a moment at the door of their..

The lane in front of the school was a nightmare with its worn-out tarmac, non-existent pavement and the huge buses, mud flecked cars, rickety vans,..

Cooch Behar, West Bengal, India That week the rains came. On the morning of July 21 there was a heavy shower and a good deal..

When I was nine years old, I accidentally knocked over my father’s vase. It was the last decoration his late wife bought for the house..

The therapist’s office looked out over the park. Gold curtains framed the windows, the ends grazed oat-colored shag carpet. The room was spartan; only a..

The proctology ward is quarantined.  My clothes are taken from me, and after inspection, my records and personal belongings are passed to the inside through..

His narrow rib cage, emphasized by his bustier, reminded her of a twelve year old girl’s. He had wild, curly black hair and a dark..

Rosaline: Without fail, I used to catch the 6:51 pm train back home. It always had just enough people in it and I would be..

After my grandfather, Itsik Gelber, died, my grandmother, Lena, moved from the apartment she’d lived in for forty years on Bronx Park South.  Her new..

People usually escape from their troubles into the future; they draw an imaginary line across the path of time, a line beyond which their current..