Social History
When I returned home and accessed my records all those years ago, it was the first time I realized that the taking of my own “social history” had not only been avoided; it had been fabricated.
March 4, 2024When I returned home and accessed my records all those years ago, it was the first time I realized that the taking of my own “social history” had not only been avoided; it had been fabricated.
March 4, 2024The Lemon Joy Tart is a hedge against the sadder dishes life will inevitably prepare for you.
February 29, 2024I’ve always felt drawn to the mountains, often quipping they’re my happy place. I feel different when I’m surrounded by nature. Calmer. Like I belong.
February 26, 2024I open the bag of clay and an odor redolent of summer rain on black soil envelops me. I’m comforted by this ancient material, a mixture of earth and water that has been around since (at least) the third day of the world.
February 25, 2024My dad ate slowly, elongating the time I had to stress out about leaving him there. The truth is, I don’t want to leave him anywhere. Ever. But a lot of him has left us at this point and we don’t have a choice.
February 21, 2024200 million animals are slaughtered for food every day worldwide and yet normal persons living normal lives will never set foot on a factory farm.
February 8, 2024Scholars disagree on when the first motel appeared, but by 1935 America boasted nearly 10,000, and that was just for starters.
February 5, 2024There was the person I was, and then the person I was with my mother. I hid the parts of me I thought might disappoint her.
January 21, 2024On the way to the restaurant, we catch up on this and that, but no mention of his state of mind or what I had witnessed in his room.
January 13, 2024A former boyfriend once called me a bitch during an argument. It was the first time anyone had ever done that, and there was nothing ambiguous about his meaning.
January 7, 2024