by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Jun 6, 2015 | Nusahati
The year my sister Amanda died was undoubtedly the worst year of my life. While I tried to make some sense of what had happened, I often found myself on the receiving end of others’ stories. People felt compelled to tell me that Amanda had visited them in their...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Jun 2, 2015 | Nusahati
I sat at my desk recording the week’s stack of résumés when someone behind me shoved their jagged nails into the small of my back. The pain radiated into my kidneys. Even the natural childbirth I’d experienced recently couldn’t compete with the debilitating...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | May 31, 2015 | Nusahati
“My Kong is falling from the building,” I whispered into his ear as he lay dying in the hospital bed. Since I was a child, I called my father my Kong, after King Kong. I believed that he was just as strong as the giant ape. As he faced death, I did my best to help...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | May 24, 2015 | Nusahati
After an evening playing bingo at the Potawatomi Hotel & Casino in Milwaukee, bartender Jill Bien, 48, boarded a charter bus bound for Chicago, where she lives. About 35 miles into the 90-mile trip, Jill felt the bus drift onto the right shoulder of I-94. The bus...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | May 20, 2015 | Nusahati
A young guy from North Dakota moves to Florida and goes to a big “everything under one roof” department store looking for a job. The Manager says, “Do you have any sales experience?” The kid says “Yeah. I was a vacuum salesman back in...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | May 16, 2015 | Nusahati
“Coming to India with yellow bike is much strangeness!” the small man yelled as I walked along the Ganges. Nearby, there was an open fire and, within it, the body of a recently deceased person. No, that was not a typo. A dead person was being burned in the open air...
