Sometimes a flower is just a flower, and sometimes it’s a powerful vehicle for giving free rein to our worst colonialist and misogynist impulses.
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Posted inCulture, Essays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women, Writing
The Occupation of a Woman Writer
Our inherited biases about who should write what live deeper than most of us realize or want to acknowledge.
Posted inNonfiction
On Vanishing
Dementia is a kind of erasure, a death before death, where the living discount the infirmed long before they’re gone.
Posted inNonfiction
‘The Survivor’s Edit’: Bassey Ikpi on Memory, Truth, and Living with Bipolar II
Bassey Ikpi discusses writing about mental illness. “I could count on the morning. It became the thing that existed without my input… without determining whether or not I was worthy of it.”
Posted inReading List
Why We Write Memoir: A Reading List
“I have spent innumerable afternoon hours with the essays below, each writer’s words a lifeline pulling me from the deep.”
Posted inArts & Culture, Culture, Current Events, Essays & Criticism, Feature, Media, Nonfiction, Story
When American Media Was (Briefly) Diverse
An economic downturn in 2008 shuttered numerous publications and further marginalized people of color in an already minimally integrated industry. But in the 90’s and early-aughts, multicultural publications flourished, providing an alternative model for journalism that bears remembering.
Posted inArts & Culture, Nonfiction, Story
Remembering Daniel Johnston
This outsider musician made music sound new again to everyone who listened.
Posted inBooks, Design, Nonfiction, Science & Nature, Story
The Ancient Waterways of Phoenix, Arizona
To understand this sprawling desert city, you have to understand its canals, whose routes Indigenous people dug as far back as A.D. 200.
Posted inFood, Highlight, Quotes
The Tyranny of Chairs
Pro tip: your fat friend (read: me) doesn’t want to sit in the booth.
Posted inNonfiction
Fugitive Justice
After stumbling upon the scene of the capture of an escaped murderer, clinical social worker Jennifer Lunden grapples with the polarities of innocence and guilt, social neglect and social justice.
