Counter-Revolutionary

Interstate 880 runs right along the eastern shore of the San Francisco Bay. Its posted speed limit is 65 mph, but drivers are indifferent, rarely meeting radar guns or speeding tickets. My grandfather was the same— I, ten years old and vaguely interested in staying alive, would shout from the backseat for him to slow down, alarmed as the speedometer continued pulling clockwise.

How To Leave Home

The first time, it’s easy. You’re excited, having thoroughly googled about boarding school and high school and making friends and study tips. Your parents drive you down, help you move in amidst the chaos of all the other families and their daughters. The first night, you lie on your back in your new bed with…

I Dress My Sisters

Back in early December, I suddenly got the idea to dress my twin sisters for the site and proposed it to them, which they enthusiastically accepted. After some failed trials of both styling and shooting, we’ve ended up with three outfits per sister to show here. I chatted with Audrey and Bernice to hear their…

On Breast Self-Examinations

Boobs are one of those things that get weirder the longer you think about them– they’re fun blobs of fat that happen to produce infant nutrients when needed. They’re also one of cancer’s favorite playgrounds. The statistics are widespread– one in twelve American women will develop invasive breast cancer within her lifetime; breast cancer death…

Kuala Lumpur & Penang, Malaysia

It’s been nearly fourteen years since I was last in both Kuala Lumpur and Penang, and I clearly remember writing in my journal that I was headed for Malaysia, Australia. Having relatives in both countries made my six year old self steadfastly believe that Malaysia just happened to be a part of Australia. Older now,…