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
I went to Denmark. For my first trip to Scandinavia. In January.
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
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
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
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.
The Absurd World and A Series of Unfortunate Events
I was wrong. I am eating crow. I need to figure out how to be a part of a world that seems too strange and treacherous to believe.
Yarn Shop
The first mittens that the girl ever knits are for her father, but he does not wear them, because he is afraid he will ruin them.
Courage
This balancing act bestows a lot of power on therapists. It also becomes a breeding ground for callousness.
Soviet Daughter
Themes of identity across generations of Russian-Jewish women are wonderfully woven together in Julia Alekseyeva’s brilliant debut graphic memoir, Soviet Daughter: A Graphic Revolution.
