This summer, I had a conversation with a friend about my writing. “Why do you give away your stories for free on your blog?” she
I had very little freedom as a teen. In those days, my stepfather kept a close eye on me. He used to drop me off
I’m really good at ping pong. Or at least, I used to be. Lately, a lot of people have been beating me, again and again.
Marco was waiting for me outside Jivamukti Yoga Studios, leaning against a white Ferrari. He held the door for me and I got in. “Okay,
It wasn’t easy to find the right Ali Mohamedian on Facebook. That name is about as common in Persian as “John Smith” is in English.
When I was a young girl, they called me maymoon-e konjkav, the Persian version of Curious George, because my favorite question was: Why? Not much