Writing
I'm listening.
A Pocket Note about garbage, echolocation and love. Pretty much.
Childhood
Life Eras
Mormonism
Do not bring body bags to the end of the world.
I understand now that a White woman with shelves full of food for her family and body bags for her neighbors is a pretty literal representation of how White women have historically hoarded care resources.
an impossible horizon
ghosts, grief and hope at maximum tilt
I visited my childhood home
My parents bought it for $240k. Today, it's for sale for $1.3 million
Failure State Games
My kid is in lockdown. Right now
Love
I'll Carry it For You
"I don't think radical joy feels like happiness."
Childhood
The Babysitter's Club Book Covers are for Sale
Meg and The Need to Buy One
Childhood
Fine, I'll admit it. I like Titanic.
At risk of drowning in a culture hostile to earnest girls, Titanic was a lifeboat
Childhood
Is There Anything Fancier Than a Themed Restaurant?
And the 90s restaurant that weighed each child to price their kid's meal.
Seeing Stars
Grief, Ghosts and the Impossible Promise of Christmas
It's genitals, It's purity...It's a purse!
What is it about a woman's purse that draws so many eyes?
The Breakfast Burrito in the Age of Suburbs
Breakfast burritos kept my suburban childhood structurally sound
Childhood
Grief and Sex at Mimi's Cafe
Even the suburbs of my childhood had something to lose.
What happens to the people who survive the end of the world?
I can tell you if you want.
The cops stood in the hall and listened to them die.
I remember teaching my babies how to sleep through the night. I’d sit in the hall and listen to them cry. It made me physically ill.
Children's Rights
That's all right. I knew you were coming.
Cruelty is learned. Care comes first, naturally.
Left Behind
I've been thinking about the things children leave behind.
A Confession, A Bomb, A Knife
Two stories from Ukrainian women. One who is still in her hometown with her 10 year old child. One who had to flee her hometown in 2014 when Russians blew up her home.