Mar 27, 2022 As Ma laid her healing hand on her back, Anisha felt like she had magically inserted some fallen, missing piece of a little bone back into her column of stacked vertebrae, something that immediately held her up — straight, steady and strong. Just then she imagined generations of mothers coiling up together inside her backbone.
Mar 18, 2022 Of intertwined lives, sliced into two from one chord — together, yet unsewn, and each shoving away the other.