Don’t Write Alone
| Where We Write
My Pothos Plant Finally Convinced Me to Write in My Office
Not so long ago, I was a writer who wrote anywhere but at her desk.
Columns
| Home/Girl/Health
Queerness Gave Me a New Way of Seeing Myself
That afternoon, I learned again something I had known before: that I wasn’t completely straight.
Columns
| Home/Girl/Health
When a Friendship Ends But the Love Survives
With the help of all of my friends—my best one included—I’ve gotten better at being my whole self.
Columns
| Home/Girl/Health
Surviving Karen Medicine
How do you navigate a healthcare system that wasn’t designed for you?
People
| On Writing
| Debut
When There Is No Right Way to Heal
The details of those poems may be his first inkling that I know what he did.
Catapult
| Poetry
and though the odds say improbable
they ain’t superhuman. ain’t always able / to save the children the men the country or even your silk presses / but whatever they touch. somebody’s good god blesses.