“Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.” ~Toni Morrison, Beloved My father was on the other side of my bedroom door, banging hard on it with the flat of…
In 2014, at the age of thirty-one, I was told that I might soon have serious difficulty walking. For months, my body had been sending me signals I did not…
In my second year of Ayurvedic medical school, my eyes started burning around nine o’clock every night. I did what most students do. I rubbed them, blinked hard a few…