As a Vietnamese immigrant, I found understanding in the horoscope readers of my family and the Asian diaspora.

The joy of love is often coupled with the fear of loss. Here, novelist Abbigail Nguyen Rosewood recalls how anxiety before her wedding returned her to the impermanence of life, to its multiple pathways and infinite realities, as explored in her new book, The Constellations of Eve.

Abbigail Nguyen Rosewood Considers Trust, Discovery, and Dreaming While Awake

Abbigail Nguyen Rosewood Considers Trust, Discovery, and Dreaming While Awake

Choosing one life means missing out on another; it is not possible to be everywhere all at once, to do everything, to be everyone.

As a millennial who preferred phone calls and IRL convos, I thought texting was the worst. Then I discovered the art of long-form text messages.

Sex is assumed to be an intensely private experience, but like much else, we experience one thing in relation to another. In that sense, sex is advertisement, sex is food, sex is car insurance, and mothers in Alo Yoga uniforms; sex is expensive baby strollers, and Seamless, a rat coming out of a garbage bag with a chicken bone in its mouth. Sex is subliminal. In the city, sex is ambitious, overwhelmingly so. How many times must we do it daily? Sex is competition. Sex is public.

Oh Reader is a magazine about reading, for and by readers. It looks deep into the art of reading—why we do it, how it affects us, who we are when we read, and how we’re all connected through words.

I learned to love my father through the curvature of his absence,...as a ghost, an invention, a hearsay.

After the exhilaration of publication dissolved, I still had myself to face.

Abbigail N. Rosewood, author of If I Had Two Lives, recommends fiction from around the world about psychic splits