I first met Patti Smith in La Guardia Airport in 2003 when she was on her way to Houston to install her Strange Messenger exhibition and perform in a special...
Read morephoto of buraq on wooden chest; photograph by Minal While I visit art collector Anj Rana, Minal walks around her house and documents truck art that’s scattered around Anj’s...
Read moreMinal’s homework in honor of Martin Luther King Jr: “Write or draw 3 of your dreams.” Dream #1: a magic pot so I can get whatever I want. Dream...
Read moreIt’s a cool night in Houston, and we are driving toward home. When we stop on Westheimer at a light, Minal glances out. It’s dusk, and her gaze falls...
Read moreToday while I serve dinner, I suddenly put my spoon down and say: “I miss my Ammi.” Minal, hiked up on her stool, chirps: “I miss my Nana.” What...
Read moreOn the personal front (which is always somehow political), the formal closure of our daughter’s early education program was announced today. In the morning, Jeannette Doina, who has served...
Read moreminal: ammi, remember when i used to call you momma? me: i’m not a momma kind of woman. minal: yes, you’re not a mom kind of woman either.
Read moreIn one afternoon, we visit two markets three miles from each other: Itwaar Bazaar, an outdoor Sunday market that sprawls over a large expanse, where one can purchase everything...
Read moreOur expedition to Hala and Bhit Shah is born spontaneously. But that’s how things happen around here. Sometimes, one can plan and organize, and even still nothing moves. But...
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