A Flash As Intense As It Is Solitary
That’s the way everything begins and ends in Ohio—in a flash as intense as it is solitary.
Essays
Creative nonfiction essays
The Point of a Compass
I left home before graduation and moved in with him when I was seventeen. My mother called the police and said he was “harboring a minor.” The police car picked me up at his apartment to take me home. I went back the next day.
Blogger Girl
I had lost so many hours to Wordpress, and what had I gained?
February: Raccoons and Salmon
Mary Oliver's poetry works in implicit contrast with our daily underestimation of the world.
Notes on Direct Action
If you’re on every channel, they can’t pretend you don’t exist.
Mapping a Country
Am I cutting myself? Does the country hurt much? Why are you crying?
Hyperreality: The Battle at Play
With screens mediating their worlds, kids tend to interact less and less with nature.
This’ll Be the Day That I Die
The lyrics were incomprehensible to me at the time, but I knew even then that I wanted to be Miss American Pie.
On Stuff
I feel like I’m in an abandoned Marshalls warehouse.
Character Arcs for a Neoliberal World
This is what neoliberalism wants, a prisoner’s dilemma on macro scale.