How Do You Grieve a Distant Father?

My Dad’s Traditional Chinese Upbringing and His Mental Illness Kept Me From Understanding Who He Was—Until the Very End

Zócalo’s editors are highlighting some of our favorite pieces from the archive. With Father’s Day just around the corner, we’re revisiting journalist Olivia Snaije’s reflection on mourning her dad, and understanding the distance that separated them.

My father was absent for most of my childhood and adult life. Not in the sense that he abandoned my mother and ran away. Absent in that he was unable to show emotion and could not initiate contact with me. My only glimpses of his inner thoughts came through …

Two Suicides in 12 Hours

Both My Cousin and Robin Williams Were Jovial, Life-of-the-Party Types. One Death Helped Me Absorb the Shock of the Other.

My cousin Armando drilled four holes on the top of his garage in Oakland, California one day and installed a mini-basketball hoop. It was the early ’80s, and the Los …

On Being Jewish, Perhaps

The staircase is L-shaped
with a huge cactus in the corner.
Be careful with that,
my mother says every time
we go to visit my aunt Pepa.
Today we are …

The Anti-Suicide Hotel

All the doors were open, dark,
A square tower,
Like a breezed hotel in Miami
If Florida were black & white.
My friend was not quite
My friend, but before …

Film Is Immortal. Filmmakers Are Not.

The Death of a Camera Assistant Has Become a Rallying Cry for On-Set Safety—and a Reminder of the Risks We Take to Get the Shot

Less than two weeks ago, I found my Facebook feed flooded with remembrances of 27-year-old Sarah Elizabeth Jones, a second assistant camerawoman who was struck by a train and killed …

My Grandmother Looked—and Lived—Like Ava Gardner

Her ‘Liberated’ Life Recalls A Mexico Long Since Gone

A few weeks before my grandmother died, a hawk appeared at my window. It came in the form of a shadow that swept across the patio. The figure then sat …