I was fresh-into-twelve (it must have been the summer between elementary school and middle school) when I remember lying on the couch in our basement with my dad, each of us flipping through a book as we sort-of-watched the Democratic National Convention. We’re multitaskers, my people. Always reading, even when we’re watching TV. It was… Read More Coming of Age in Obama’s America
The first time I was catcalled, I was a fresh sixteen, and my first reaction wasn’t anger, embarrassment, or rage, but utter confusion. It was in my hometown’s downtown where my sister and I had gone to meet our mom for lunch; it must have been a half day at school, probably for midterms or… Read More We’re Not Here For You
I am reluctant to write today. I am reluctant because I know I am in a position, as a privileged white woman, where I should be listening today, where I should give myself over to all of the feeling I so often feel when it seems that everything is falling apart. And it’s seemed like… Read More Against Fear (An Attempt)
WHEW, life moves pretty fast, eh? One day, you’re sitting on your back porch, putzing away on your new laptop in between trips to the kitchen for snacks and decide to randomly send a vague email to an old friend, the next you’re being offered a job in North Carolina, and the next you’re sending money… Read More I’m Moving…to North Carolina!
The Appalachian Trail is a 2,160 mile footpath that starts at the top of Springer Mountain in northern Georgia, winds along the backbone of the Appalachian Mountains in the South, passes through the fields and smaller mountains of the Mid-Atlantic before joining back up with the Green and White Mountains of Vermont and New Hampshire, and finally terminates at the… Read More Simplicity, Community, and Food Bag Philosophy on the Appalachian Trail
Every night since we spit, cried, and clawed our way into the Final Four, I’ve been texting my friends ad nauseum, the topics varied, but similar: travel plans for Houston, nerves and anxiety over the upcoming game (“I’m just going to be crying the entire time”), did you see Arch’s ‘gram?, did you read that… Read More What We Talk About When We Talk About Villanova Basketball
Scene: San Francisco’s Mission District, a few weeks ago. I think it was a Friday. Dusk had come, I had eaten too many tacos, and I was ready for a good, solid, ass-on-old-couch sit, and so I ended up at Philz Coffee. It’s the kind of place that still really feels like an old, grubby, gathering… Read More I Buy Dale a Coffee