Places

Love and Grief at the Edge of the Marsh

“When your husband is dying and your child is on the cusp of forming actual memories, nothing in the world makes sense.”

A Case for Studying the Humanities in a Time of Neo-Fascism

“Trump and his administration are readable. And we must read them carefully.”

Lost, and Then Found Once More: On Traveling Alone Without Sight

“The feeling of being out on my own is worth all the fear I must fight to get there.”

Sep 11, 2017
“Hiding and Hiding”: Undocumented Filipinx Americans Living in the Shadows

“Even though the Philippines is where I’m from, I’m American.”

Sep 05, 2017
Why Do They Come to the Iowa State Fair?

“I’m still transfixed by the deep-fried stick of butter on a stick.”

Sep 01, 2017
Why I Want My Daughter to Be Free at School

“I would rather have a daughter who acts out than one who falls in line.”

Aug 31, 2017
Failing My Father and His American Dream

“All I knew was that if my Pops could work hard and pull himself up out of poverty, I could, too.”

Aug 24, 2017
When You Have a Career in the Food Industry and an Eating Disorder

“So many of us professional food people struggle with eating and body issues. We’re drawn in.”

Aug 22, 2017
The Fourth Plague of West Philadelphia

“My girl calls it a balance of New York ambition and Southern hospitality, but I would claim Philadelphia for the Rust Belt.”

Aug 22, 2017
Teaching in Trumpland

“Fueled by the 2016 campaign, ugly prejudices deeply rooted in our community would slither into the light.”

Aug 21, 2017
Astonish Me: Anticipating an Eclipse in the Age of Information

“It will be my parents’ last eclipse; it will be my daughter’s first.”

Aug 21, 2017
Mexican/American: The Duality of Growing Up Chicana

“Many look at the world through the eyes of conquerors. What happens when you stop taking your position for granted?”

Letters from My Grandma

“I got a certificate saying ‘I danced the waltz in Vienna.’”

Aug 15, 2017
Horse Experience: Notes on Recovery from the Louisiana Floods

“Some of these horses have also been rescued from floodwaters. They too are in a strange place, and deeply alone.”

No One Moved Until the Song Was Over

“To be ten feet from someone on a beach like that is to be a mile from them. It is like a tundra.”

Aug 10, 2017
Walter Benjamin’s Last Hike

The day we hiked Benjamin’s last trail, hundreds of thousands of refugees were desperate to get into Europe.

Aug 10, 2017
Why Writers Should Teach High School

Many writers spend years looking for the light at the end of the adjunct tunnel. I took another route: teaching high school.

Aug 09, 2017
White Mirror in Baltimore County

No one in my family knew Freddie Gray. Yet each of us drew a composite sketch of the dead man.

Aug 03, 2017
How to Write About Your Ancestral Village

You buy a one-way ticket to Beijing, and tell your mother you are traveling alone to figure out if China might be the answer.

Aug 01, 2017
Did You Know Anybody?: On the Manchester Arena Bombing

“The morning after the attack, I almost broke down when a colleague asked if I was okay.”

Jul 26, 2017