Green Eyed Monster

In Iran, my girlfriend Susan and I were due to have babies at about the same time.  Her sexy husband—the one who, according to Susan, spent his nights thinking of inventive ways to drive her wild with passion, and his days selling stolen Kuwaiti cars on the black...

The Female Escape Route

“You know,” my boyfriend said one night over a lovely dinner. “Once my contract’s up at NIH, I should really start thinking about going home to Iran.” He said this casually, as if offering up a random observation, not dropping a ticking time bomb square in my lap....

OMG

Like a junkie with a 14-gauge needle, my mother used books to blot out reality. Curled up in her chair, immersed in a novel, she ceased to be aware of anyone or anything around her. When she put her book down, exposed herself to the rage and tension that contaminated...