There’s a line a lot of highly competent people repeat to themselves like a rosary, and it goes something like this: I don’t know how to play that game, and I’m not going to learn, because that’s…

Two in the morning. The other person is already asleep, or pretending to be, and somewhere across the city someone stares at the ceiling knowing, with a certainty that needs no proof, that they still love the…

There is a transition that happens without ceremony. No date marked on the calendar, no warning email, no meeting where someone says “as of today, you will no longer question things.” It happens slowly, beneath the surface…

Somewhere between Persia and memory, there was a young woman who had heard about a well since childhood. Not just any well. A well that existed at the center of an ancient garden — walled, forgotten —…