On Suffering and Depression [and the lies we believe when we’re in the midst of a battle]

It felt like I didn’t breathe for several minutes as I stood there, my head dripping suds of shampoo. I slipped to the floor of the shower, hot water running down the top of my head and forming into little droplets on my eyelashes and nose. It mixed. The tears. The snot. The water. I …

Five Little Fingers

White, American women paraded a bit too boldly down a main alley of the slum area, their brightly colored raincoats standing out against the gray of the Monsoon sky. On either side of the path, broken with streams of sewage and trash, were street venders selling everything from nuts, fruits, and fish to flowers intended …