Building a Nicer Machine

The luxury of sitting with one’s thoughts, examining them minutely as if they were a diamond in your hand, is an undeniable privilege. Just as there are no atheists in foxholes, the number of people in Syria fretting over the tax deadline is likely a single digit. I’m...

When Your Will to Live Resembles a Video Game Character

Most days, particularly during the winter months, there’s a point where I hit a sort of metaphorical brick wall in my will power. It’s as though I’ve used up the amount I have for the day and have to find some way to replenish it, be it through food, sleep, or...

The Forgotten in the Fight for Reproductive Justice

With the sociopolitical dumpster fire we’ve been living in lately, more and more folks who can get pregnant are taking to the streets to protest and demand that the basic right of reproductive justice be respected. This proclamation of the fact that consent can be...

Lost Girls

I remember seeing her lying at the edge of my parents’ bed, still and white, with a dress that billowed off the turned edge of a comforter. My father says that never happened, that I dreamed it. He says she was never laid there in a dress, on a well-made bed, with...

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