Influencers

Adorable dogs sitting on grassy field

I want to share a moment I often think of, but never openly talk about.

I can’t remember her face or her clothes, but I remember her voice and the delicate hand on my knee as I sat cross-legged next to her on my friend’s living room floor.

I was in my early 20s, employe… Read more...

Two People On a Sidewalk

A person doing carwash

Scene: Dusk. Me, outside washing my car in the driveway, which crosses completely across the sidewalk. A passerby approaches.

—–

THE WAY IT COULD HAVE GONE…

Passerby: Rude! I have a disability, you know.

Me: Easy, lady. I’m just washing my car.

Passerby: Well,… Read more...

All Them Moons

Three clothespins on clothesline

As I take in the trash cans for the billionth time, a general malaise washes over me, and I wonder if it’s this moment in time we’re in.

Uncertainty, everyone says. What’s next? And the people in the control tower tell us, once again, to hold on while the ship go… Read more...

we be illin’

Courage

It was feminists who had the courage to diagnose the world around them, to take the glaring light that was shining on them and turn it around to blind their accusers.

“We are not the problem,” they said, tired of being labeled anxious, depressed, hysterical. “We … Read more...

New Constellations

Constellation in starry sky

One of my best friends from high school once pointed out how I like to think about my thoughts.

He’s right. I like to think about my memories too. And in both cases, I often misinterpret and misremember. I’m often wrong.

But, as it turns out, that’s not a bad thin… Read more...

The Right A(l/t)titude

Travelers seated on a bus interior view

I get mushy on airplanes.

I’m not sure if it’s the altitude, the closeness to sudden death, the leaving of people behind, or just being crammed in a small space with so many souls.

And it feels good. This big-heartedness, this overly emotional way of being.

Here’s … Read more...

I Feel Like

I feel like the villains are scheming to blow up the planet from their rocketship, and I’m trapped in a basement tied to a sewer pipe.

I feel like someone cut off my hands, and they’re laughing at me through the walls.

I feel like the bomb shelters were not dug deep eno… Read more...

2 Stones, 1 Dance

I’ve had to limit my dog walks to the nearest block. Ziggy’s getting older, and the three hills we used to do together are too much for him now.

So I’m treading a path that I’m getting to know quite well.

There’s one corner where the intersection is o… Read more...

(Not So) Mad Scientists

A kid scientist in the lab

We often work on our projects in secret, tinkering in a lab with the door closed.

As the project develops, our thoughts become visible, like mazes of pipes running in all directions, quaking and smoking.

With such a spectacle circling the room, it’s difficult to open the door… Read more...