Columns
Thinking About My Future and My Fertility at Thirty-Six (and Eight Months)
The desire to be a mother is now something that lingers inside of me, an omnipresent hunger.
When You’re the Last Remaining Member of a Failed Utopia
How do individuals hold on to their ideals in such a time?
When Popular Films Misrepresent My Country, They Misrepresent Me
When people tell me “I don’t look Colombian,” I’m reminded of how pop culture gets my home country of Colombia wrong—where we are, who we are, and what we can look like.
My Son and I Don’t Do Well with Chaos—and That’s Okay
We hate surprises. What we need is to be able to set our expectations properly.
Your Hipster Kimchi Could Never
A column about why I love kimchi (hint: it’s not the beneficial probiotic cultures).
How Trees Complicate Our Understanding of Gender
A few years ago, the UK’s oldest tree, a Yew that had spent thousands of years in the appearance of maleness, began to grow female berries.
Giving Myself to My Garden and Keeping Enough for Me
The thing my mom told me to do—“Save twenty percent for yourself. Never give one hundred percent to anyone.”—was not selfish after all. Not when thinking about my own survival.
Skin Hunger and the Taboo of Wanting to be Touched
How can I say that I fear I’ll never date again without feeding the monster? No one owes me their touch; I am starving for it just the same.
The Weird, the Nerdy, the Horny: What Tumblr Gave Us Before It Changed for the Worse
Our lives are lived online, and to ask us to exist homogeneously across all platforms and networks as trackable subjects is a cruel twist of the internet’s potential.
Alone in Wyoming, I Found My Place Through Karaoke
As a woman of color moving to Laramie, Wyoming, I was afraid that I wouldn’t fit in, that I would be unsafe. But at karaoke night at The Ruffed Up Duck, I found my place among the the defiant.