Yesterday morning at my local coffee shop, I had the sudden urge to tell the woman sitting by the window… Read more Our Bodies, Our Hopes
It’s spring in my neck of the suburban Midwest, which means the denizens of this fine region are finally extracting… Read more How did we ever come to know dandelions as weeds?
Martyrdom is easiest when you know the ending. It’s the waiting, the continuing struggle toward a diminishing goal post,… Read more On the Bodily Pain of Protest
When I was a young child, I would lay awake at night and travel. I had read one of those… Read more On Dreaming Escape
We matter because we are matter, and if we get purposefully madder and madder and madder we can’t be little by being belittled.