A couple of weeks ago, I found myself standing at my kitchen counter with an arm full of flowers. The rosy red carnations were for my ancestor altar: the space in my home dedicated to…
A couple of weeks ago, I found myself standing at my kitchen counter with an arm full of flowers. The rosy red carnations were for my ancestor altar: the space in my home dedicated to…
On March 5 of this year, I distinctly remember sitting on my friend’s sofa, eating takeout Thai food with her and her fiancé, discussing whether or not she should still consider flying to India for…
When I heard my dad was dead, there was a breaking—a shattering inside of me that felt so violent I could almost hear it. I woke up to a knock on my front door in…
Our team recently asked for your participation in our Quarterly Community Activity Survey. A huge THANK YOU to all who participated, especially given the priorities and continued difficulties our communities are facing right now. We are…
Greetings, Conversation Project Community! I hope you are safe and well. We are grateful for your engagement with The Conversation Project this year and wanted to share a few updates on what we’ve been up…
Given my father’s meticulous preparation towards death, it was surreal when it finally happened on July 1, 2017. I remember the day clearly. It was a Saturday morning. I had woken up planning to take…