Let’s Get a Little House — Remixed
In another country and another time when I was only twenty-two, I somehow spoke this life into being.
Frosty Boy and the Cemetery
It sounds like a ska band, but it was really just a dang good time.
Blossoms
Not every experience survives translation into meaning.
My Life in Toronto as Told by My Buy Nothing Group History
From the old dresses to the guitar for someone’s kid’s lessons, I was thrilled that my trash could be someone else’s treasure.
First Queer Date
Mental calculations fly through my head, and I cannot imagine a scenario where you kiss me and don’t spill soup all over both of us.
Chase Your Fears
I stood up, ripped my curtain open, and saw the source of the commotion: a blackbird. Fluttering his wings. Inside my house.
Morally Ordered Public Transit
You’ll find some lawful bikers out there, but deep down they’re in it for the thrill.
Monday, March 27
How could something so inexplicably awful happen on a day like that?
Death & Taxes
I can’t help but feel that this is the year that something is going to go horribly wrong and the IRS will come after me—or worse, secretly owe me money that the return didn’t catch.
On Christina Koch
As of March 2023, seventy-two women have flown in space.
But no woman has gone on a moon mission before.
