I saw on Twitter—of course I saw on Twitter—that sometimes, when babies are really happy, they get overwhelmed and have to look away. It’s not that the…

This time last year I’d gone to Asia twice in the span of less than a month. First to Tokyo with my friend Anna, in one of the most beautiful, dreamlik…

intimacies is an occasional newsletter by larissa pham, inspired by the diary letter of the same name. in these letters you’ll hear about what i’m read…

The other day, I got into an argument with an ex-boyfriend who I’m friendly with now. We were arguing about whether some displays of suffering deserved…

If I were to ever teach a writing course, it would be in poetry. I would only teach it in spring and I would call it Slow Magic and I would begin it th…

When I was young I thought that generosity was something I would develop as I got older, like hips and breasts and secondary sex characteristics. I kep…

In late July, when it felt like the days would be feverish forever and my hair was still so short it took less than a minute to dry, I rode the train u…

On my first night in Los Angeles, I climb into the passenger seat with a joint pinched between forefinger and thumb. Drew is driving and Justin is in t…