Sentinel fragments
FRAGMENTS | Are you seeing this? With my thumbs, in the dark, I wrote a first draft of this essay (if it is an essay?) in January, soon after the COVID-19 death toll in the United States crossed ...
The buried, alive
MUSINGS | Another month gone and I’m still buried in it. I have been trying to write more like I talk, or rather, more like the way I talked before parenthood and perpetual exhaustion ...
Go deep
MUSINGS | It’s the end of the year as we know it. I’ve been trying to write about depth — a sort of metaphorical piece (you know I love those) about being in the deep, in the dark places. ...
Burnt
PERSONAL ESSAY | In mid-September, I got a sunburn. My first. My skin — a majority of my skin, the largest of all my organs — reddened and tightened, and the inside of my clothing rasped against ...
This woman’s work
ESSAY | We need to talk about work. I need to talk about work. Women’s work. This woman’s work. I just read a beautiful essay in the Paris Review. It’s entitled, Fuck the Bread. The ...
To all the toys I’ve loved before
PARENTING | My Smeetch is in the midst of a series of love affairs. She takes up with, then abandons, stuffed animals and other soft toys at a rate that feels staggering and terrifying. It is ...
The hardest part (teeth dreams)
ESSAY | There is a dream I have sometimes, where all my teeth fall out. In various iterations of this dream, whole molars loosen and drop like a surprise into the space of my mouth, or an ...
This is how fat I am
BODY POLITICS | What’s the first thing you noticed? This is how fat I am. Or rather, this is how fat I was three years ago, on my wedding day. I’ve been both significantly smaller and ...