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Monthly Archives: February 2017

Help Is a Four-Letter Word

I scour the wall for any ledges, any possible edge to rest a hand or foot. Nothing. The drop to the next balcony I would guess is eight feet. Not impossible.

Christian History

We danced on moonlight and settled scores by imagining things differently.

Maybe I Should Care More

On Thursday, February 16, production came to a grinding halt at the greenhouse because most of my coworkers took a personal day for the nationwide protest, “A Day Without Immigrants.”

The Unraveling of Truth

The difficult task we’ve all received is—like Vonnegut—seeking the slippery truth buried in muddiness and mess.

Wunderkammer!

Nowhere else in this big wide world of ours can you find a life-size Michael Jackson and Princess Diana made entirely out of marzipan.

Portuguesa (To My Wife)

Fifty seconds of the wind whipping, a few tires screeching, nothing more, nothing more needed. Two days of slipping up the coast, of stinging sand, of white adobe buildings.

The Promise (and Peril) of Protests

The Promise (and Peril) of Protests

by | Feb 21, 2017

I think we need to split the difference between protesting and direct electoral engagement.

Postcards from Queer Camp

Postcards from Queer Camp

There’s nothing like bustling down the baking needs aisle with a week’s supply of Oreos yelling out for “Anthill!” to make you realize you’re not currently leading a traditional life.

How Their Stories Became Mine

How Their Stories Became Mine

The US eventually emerged from The Great Depression, but my grandmother did not.

The Nineteen

The Nineteen

The number nineteen appears with such frequency in this deposition, it begins to feel rehearsed.

Waffle Monday

Waffle Monday

And I’m in Ann Arbor, dreaming of waffles.

How to Escape

How to Escape

Where had he been when? What happened on the way? Why was he there? How did he die? The answers were dispersed on these 28 square feet. We needed them to get out.

… and now I’m the “Crazy Bird Lady”

… and now I’m the “Crazy Bird Lady”

I have a significant other. His name is JJ, and he’s a bird.

Smart

Smart

Outward Bound, Super Camp, tutors, counsellors, mentors—my parents spared no expense in trying to figure out my 2.33 cumulative high school GPA. Nothing worked.

Notes From Captivity

Notes From Captivity

0734:
Bobby pin located by companion, lock picking commenced. She picks. I pick. The lock is deemed unpickable.

This, Too

This, Too

But the sun comes out and doughnuts exist and there’s a one-eyed cat who likes to roam the school grounds and often visits my window. This happens, too.

Bussing It in Cambodia

Bussing It in Cambodia

Driving in Cambodia is not a careful endeavor. It is not orderly. The rules are, at best, flexible.

Nothing Goes as Planned

Nothing Goes as Planned

Last fall, my much-delayed Megabus dropped me off in Chinatown at 2:30 a.m. I had seven percent battery life, four dollars in cash, and no idea how to get to Brooklyn.

Graying

Graying

The grate creeks and I move to step off, but it snaps under my weight. I’m falling. I thought I could grab the side of the sidewalk, but I can’t.

The Biggest Sucker in Budapest

The Biggest Sucker in Budapest

Don’t look back, keep walking, project confidence, don’t run, keep calm, almost there, almost there, almost there – RUN! Lose yourself in the crowd!

Chimera

Chimera

At dinner, we held hands and prayed out loud at the restaurants. Everyone did. To different gods.

Prologue

Prologue

I had no cell phone service. No way to leave. I had ridden here in the back seat of a minivan, lurching through miles of winding and branching dirt roads, through a night black with trees and dust and stories of fights.

All This Happened, More or Less: a Travelogue

All This Happened, More or Less: a Travelogue

I went to Denmark. For my first trip to Scandinavia. In January.

How the Police Steal Your Dignity

How the Police Steal Your Dignity

The semi-employed anti-hero of this tragic sob-story did what we all want to do but cannot because of various reasons, mostly time-related.

Anarcha

Anarcha

Today, he is known as “the father of gynecology” and is loved for—as his statues say—“treating empress and slave alike.”

Wizards in Wisconsin

Wizards in Wisconsin

In my afternoon with wizards and troll farts, I collected electronic sparkles, almost broke my neck, and unknowingly imprisoned myself and my younger brother.

Things Keep Happening and Happening and Happening

Things Keep Happening and Happening and Happening

I sent the email at 3 p.m., and at 3:05 I wondered how they would get the blood from the seats and I couldn’t get it out of my head.