I am not sure how to accurately convey the unpleasantness of this experience. There was no part of my body that went gentle into that good night.
by Katie Van Zanen | Dec 10, 2015
It seems odd to speak of the limits of human intimacy when anticipating our reunion; to record for the world the untold stories which are themselves just fragments of a billowing moment already passed away, to promise that I will fail again to share them fully.
by Katie Van Zanen | Nov 10, 2015
I don’t know what it means to live a good life, or how I’m measuring it. I didn’t donate blood out of purely altruistic motivations—I’m a sucker for free snacks and affirmation. I have had a good life, an exciting life, and insofar as it depends on me, I’d like to keep that up. So something is enough for today.