LBE is a series of essays exploring heartbreak, grief, tending to old wounds, reclaiming longing and fearing getting stuck there. I believe it is also my first memoir being written. I have no idea where I am going ! But I promise to keep you posted about what it means to write a memoir.
Here you can read last installments:
Introduction Part 1: new place, old wounds
Introduction Part 2: Part 2: kissing as art practice
When her hand struck my arm with full force, I sat frozen—a rush of disbelief coursing through me. For a moment, I wondered if I’d imagined it, if this jarring moment belonged to some foggy half-dream. It was the man next to me and the stunned look on my friend’s face that rooted me in reality.
“Are you okay?” he asked, already turning toward her, shaking his head.
“She’s never hit anyone before,” he added, half-apologetic. “She’s usually just crazy, not mean.”
That was when the familiar question slid in—quiet, cold, practiced.
Was it because of my race?
