Wander, Woman A column by Gabrielle Bellot

The Year of Breath

I try to feel my lungs expanding and contracting, just to make sure they still are. There is something soothing, like the indigo of a fading day, in that reminder.

Oct 15, 2020
Living in Dread of the Next Name We’ll Chant

There is hope in the size and power of our protests, hope that our message will truly, finally be heard—but whether it will be understood in the hearts that need it most is a much harder, scarier question.

Jun 03, 2020
Why Do We Read Plague Stories?

They suggest that we can get through adversity, that things could always be worse. And sometimes, the best of these stories are genuinely full of love.

Apr 06, 2020
The Curious Language of Grief

I don’t think I cried over his death for a long time. I wondered if something was wrong with me. I hadn’t realized that we have to learn how to cry.

Mar 11, 2020
The Wildness of Maurice Sendak

Just as Sendak inverts a stereotypical association of white with youthful ingenuousness, Max inverts the expectations of many a children’s morality tale, for he is allowed to be wild.

Feb 12, 2020