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We Are a Backwards Land

I am nine weeks pregnant. I recently had the privilege of watching that nine week person through ultrasound; I watched a tiny heart beat in quick time, in the grainy image I saw new life tucked cozily and safely within me. It’s miraculous, there hidden and quiet, life is within my body, developing rapidly. I am […]

The Insanity of Serving Chronos

The Greek god, Chronos (or Time), was depicted as a cruel devourer, ravaging the world by consuming all things (including his own children and fellow gods). You can call it whatever you want, but all of us fall into the trap of serving the god of Time, we fear it, we wish to control it, […]

Me Too

Me Too It was dark, and warm. I felt safe though I was vulnerable– naked. But someone took hold of my leg, and with urgency and violence pulled with no care for my anguish. I tried to retreat, but there was no place to go. I was trapped in a silent chamber that echoed back […]

Stop Singing “The Song of Myself”

I celebrate myself, and sing myself. -Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass If you’ve ever read Whitman you’ve likely read Part One of Leaves of Grass: Song of Myself, in which he stacks stanza upon stanza of nonsensical, selfish grandiosity. It’s tiring to read, and the worst assignment of any American Lit class. It’s also the […]

Don’t Be Gatsby

I hope you live a life that you’re proud of. F. Scott Fitzgerald If you’ve read Fitzgerald, you can hear the subtle suggestion beneath his words, hinting that no one lives a life they’re proud of. Most of his characters jump from liaison to drink to cigarette with thinly veiled despair. Even those who might care […]