Essay & Memoir

Sensory Processing Sensitivity is not a condition, a disorder, or a diagnosis. It is a neutral trait that evolved in 20% of the human...

We’re only halfway through this hike, approaching the longest hill on our walk and Luna’s lagging behind a bit. I’m not annoyed. She doesn’t...

Because of the virus, we moved to Sonoma, into a little house we have on the top of a mountain, with its gnarly garden...

January 2020 Jata (Pali): the word that means tangle; can also be a name. I really like finding words that are uncommon or unfamiliar to me....

After my mother’s death, my sisters and brother and I embarked on a task familiar to many adult children: clearing out our childhood home....

This essay was originally published in August 2020, but in honor of all mothers everywhere, Pangyrus is sharing it again for Mother's Day 2021. Dear...

When the Museum of Fine Arts re-opened in February, I went directly to Gallery 232 in the Art of the Americas to see The...

I was at my sister’s house and received two phone calls from my father urging me to come right away. My chest was warm...

My mother's hair is white. Bright white, like the inside of a mussel shell, iridescent. Fine lines on a pink scalp. But only for...

I don’t believe in psychics, but I might owe something to one. Before my mother was born, my grandmother Jo had her fortune told by...

Soojin texted bright and early, hoping to gather Alexis and me for prep. It was time for our close-up: two international adoptees back in...

The family is the chosen unit of measurement for so many things. During the pandemic, we were instructed to shelter in place, and this...