Nonfiction
Nonfiction
Foreign Domestic
We live where the fog used to gather every morning, curtaining the streets and freeways in a misty haze.
Miseducated: Encounters with Blackness and Whiteness
When the Ferguson shooting and protests erupt in 2014, I am stuck in my own cocoon, mourning recent betrayals in my marriage.
Epiphanies
Before my jaw surgery, I got used to doctors holding my face in their hands.
The Eye in his Head
In a tiny village in Southern Poland named “Mała,” a Catholic priest sexually abused dozens of underage girls
Holding Patterns
Today I’m too angry to know what to do with myself, so I take a very hot shower and listen to loud music
Becoming a Bridge Person in Precarious Times
I’ve been thinking a lot about bridges over the past year.
Cana
The first time I met my now in-laws, devout Catholics, it was Easter weekend. Dave and I had been dating for five months.
Inheritance
The Great Patriotic War came to visit me again today. I was throwing out wild raspberries.
Negotiation
I carry a large box to the post office on Sixth Street making my way up the few stairs.
Queer is a Verb
In 2007, I had just freshly graduated from high school. I was a year ahead of my class and had put in the extra work due to acute boredom
