Things

The Watch of the Worry Dolls

“I found the worry dolls again, bittersweet reminders of a simpler time.”

Mar 21, 2017
In Which the Magpie Sees Wild Boars as Lost Children

Fukushima’s radioactive boars . . . Ovidian transformations . . . Amy Sillman’s “After Metamorphoses”

Mar 16, 2017
Making Menudo with My Abuela

“If food is like a language, then menudo is its own dialect in my family.”

Mar 08, 2017
Stay or Go? or, The Case Against Playing it Safe

My lesson should have been “choose risk”—change didn’t always mean closing a door.

Mar 07, 2017
In Which the Magpie Lets the Dog Live

A dog and her birthday pancake . . . the fate of Old Yeller et al . . . Thomas Roma’s dog shadow photographs

Mar 02, 2017
A Soulful Novel and Me: On Zora Neale Hurston

“Their Eyes Were Watching God is a timeless novel that shows us the resilience of the human spirit.”

Feb 23, 2017
In Which the Magpie Spies Collages in the Trees

Mike Nichols’s films . . . Hannah Höch’s cut-outs . . . Wallace Stevens’s jar on a hill

Feb 16, 2017
Learning to Cook After Relearning to Eat

I’ve gotten better at eating since rehab, but I’ve yet to explore the pleasure of food; of preparing it and enjoying it.

Feb 06, 2017
In Which the Magpie Considers the Possibilities of Outer Space

Spacepeople perch in trees . . . prisoners in the desert read the stars . . . escalators lead the way to the Big Bang

Feb 03, 2017
In Memoriam: On Cemeteries and the Memory of Ordinary Lives

Who could not be superstitious, sentimental, and impractical around matters of death?

Jan 31, 2017
An Unbearable Tension: On James Baldwin and the Nation of Islam

“As a child, I swallowed the Nation’s ideology as easily as the Harlem residents Baldwin observed.”

Jan 24, 2017
The Woman Scared of Her Own Kimono

I feel unworthy to wear the uniform of my inheritance.

The Body Has Teeth: On Stephen King and Stand By Me

“If I were writing a book about a movie, it would be Stand By Me.”

Jan 06, 2017
Why I No Longer Make Predictions

I believed I could be protected from what lay ahead as long as I saw what was coming.

Jan 03, 2017
Annie Dillard, Azzy, and Me: On Motherhood and Loss

“I was left dazed and sad and missing my cat while tending to a newborn.”

Dec 21, 2016
In Which the Magpie Delivers the (Fake) News from the Meeting of the Electoral College

An island receives an unexpected party . . . a prize is granted . . . a large problem is solved.

Dec 19, 2016
The Taste of Grief: On Family Meals, Marriage, and Mourning

I want to be the bridge between his memory and her love for cooking.

Dec 13, 2016
From the Magpie (lightsoftsheer neutralbetween)

“My nearly weeping when I watch Lil Buck dance is because I’m not sure this is allowed anymore.”

Dec 05, 2016
When We Were Whole: A Comic About Us

“Once upon a time, a civilization lived.”

Dec 05, 2016
Ernest Hemingway and Me: Reflections of an Insomniac Writer

“Insomnia is the bitter digestif to a long day of living.”

Nov 30, 2016