This Town Doesn’t Want MeThe wolves had come. I’m not sure that I blame them.Feb 17, 2022Feb 17, 2022
My Childhood Home is HauntedI don’t know if it came before or after us. I used to see things.Jan 14, 2021Jan 14, 2021
The BeesThere were wasps on the playground, a nest in the chain-link fence that separated the overgrown yard from our elementary school campus.Sep 1, 2020Sep 1, 2020
Being A Good Mom Means Pretending I Don’t Hate My BodyMaybe I was never beautiful but when I was thin and felt my bones press against the bathtub there was a sense of accomplishment…Aug 20, 20201Aug 20, 20201
Apricot Pineapple JamIt was a sunny day in our little valley and my Grandma was gloriously manic. Together we packed off-brand Ziploc bags with soft sandwiches…Jul 29, 2020Jul 29, 2020
Buy This And Feel Better — The Lie of ConsumerismMoney may not buy happiness, but it does buy security, and without that it’s nearly impossible to be at peace.Jul 14, 2020Jul 14, 2020
I’m Not Crazy: An Open Letter to My InstaCart ShopperAs we navigate the global pandemic of COVID-19, a natural state of shock and panic is starting to set in. I started early.Mar 13, 2020Mar 13, 2020
The Plant-Based Way OutI was 16 years old the first time. How many decades will it take to undo the damage of diet culture?Oct 25, 2019Oct 25, 2019
