San Francisco, Chicago, London: first days of April 2005 Four days before my departure for Sri Lanka, it is seven a.m. and I am standing in an airport in San Francisco. I was in Connecticut two weeks before, visiting my parents, have been in the Bay Area for a week…

The body my immigrant parents may never understand — The news broke with a phone call from England. A distant relative, calling my Sri Lankan American immigrant parents in Connecticut and asking them, “Do you know what your daughter is putting on the internet?” They said, “What’s the internet?” It was 1991; the World Wide Web didn’t exist yet…

I phrased and rephrased, trying to find a way to tell my son’s first grade teacher what was likely to work with him, without making him sound like a troublemaker. “Anand is high-energy, full of enthusiasm and full of ideas, many of which he thinks are funny. …

There’s a quote in Lois McMaster Bujold’s novel, A Civil Campaign. Miles is talking to Ekaterin, the woman he loves, and he’s telling her how frustrated he’s been, watching her constrained to small steps, when she could be outrunning time. …

In this volume of the Wiscon Chronicles, we find ourselves considering what it means to live at the intersections of various identities, some of them more privileged than others. We ask how we can function as good allies to each other in often challenging situations. We’re living through an intense…

Suresh sat across the kitchen table from the slender woman, sharing a last evening cup of tea, surprised yet again by how lovely Priyanka had become over the years. When he’d first met her, she’d been a scrawny gamin of a child; now his cousin Priyanka was as gorgeous as…

Mary Anne: I’m Mary Anne Mohanraj, your host for this discussion of intersections and alliances; we’ll start with questions of maleness and masculinity and go on from there. I’m a writer, English professor, and mom; I identify as a bisexual Sri Lankan-American cisgender woman. I had a brief tomboy period…