…spokesperson.  Everyone had their own room, but there were no windows. Food was provided, but everything was gluten-free, fat-free, sugar-free, flavor-free. There was no TV, no phones, no news, no…

…in her life. No one invites her to join the pillow fights. Amma packed her food into labeled plastic boxes and gave it to the teachers, so she can’t eat…

…joked about how the coaches only gave us fruit to eat or locker dust, persuading Seonsaengnim, the head coach, to make actual food for us. These were jokes children didn’t…

…abuzz with the news of Mimi Fly: the campus startup launches an app where students can order convenience store items and fast food to be brought to them via a…

…She shone the spotlight on an iconic Brooklyn staple serving to bridge two cultures in “When Your Jewish Deli Is Run by Muslims.” After frequently visiting a Bangladeshi food cart…

…is the privilege of an animal who does not believe itself to be an animal. Humans can temporarily flee indoors, ship food over long distances, and pretend that the climate…

…themselves up in sprawling courtyards to sell the catch of the day on big blocks of ice. Every year, the community pays homage to its culture with an annual seafood…

…books, our pockets, and even in our food and hair. Perhaps this development in my work can be attributed to longing and nostalgia for the native homeland that I left…

…food or clothing. All things that burn can be extinguished by drawing  a lid on top. Yes, even empire or species. Probably  even mountains could be snuffed if you wear…

…this food court. In Queens, I am never far. On bad days, the gas lines stretched further away than my mother’s apartment. No ocean in sight. It was my job…

…food & reiterations of Palestinian & jokes of under-seasoning in the story & there it became for who the story wasn’t For. In this way, it could have almost been…

…for five hours. When my baby cousin asks me when I’m coming home. When Devi and I make food together, trying to give each other the better version of the…

…beyond the floating plants to where the food fell. Later, from my bedroom window, I watched the moon set with my heart in my mouth— its longing, a tenderness. Reprinted…

…to the rubber plantations, the tin mines, the slapdash farms improvised as additional food stocks, the tapioca that could be curdled but also buried in an emergency. They were part…

…and we went inside their tents, we would find clothes and food left behind. They understood.  The testimonies of the Malay-Muslim communists, like those excerpted above, not only cast doubt…

…who were often Malayan Chinese, other forested networks included collaboration with members of the indigenous Orang Asli tribes who were compelled to serve as spies, trackers, guides, couriers, and food…

…tell her mother I’m ungrateful. I avoid food bazaars that include certain families because their parents hate mine. I hold back on what the people I interviewed for this piece…

…lunch. She barely looked up from her small cup of food, but muttered corrections to Joma whenever he misremembered a detail or lagged behind in the conversation, because he could…

…food felt like a profound intimacy that went beyond the speeches for solidarity during this period of heightened animosity and distrust between Black and Indian South Africans. Building this relationship…

…paint margarine onto aluminum baking sheets so the cakes my mother was baking wouldn’t stick. I helped her fold food coloring into bowls of buttercream. She makes the most beautiful…