I don’t want to write today. I don’t want to write about violence today. I don’t want to write about honor or duty or respect today.
Why does my assigned sex have to limit me at all?
I wondered: Who was I when I first formed this friendship?
I didn’t want it to make sense—to send my children away for who knows how long—but I did need them to survive. I needed to survive.
The spirit of manifest destiny has been rebranded into the travelogue.
Distance, though it may be physically distancing, need not make a couple grow distant.
For a decade I’d tricked myself into believing I was happily married, never thinking there could come a time when the trick no longer worked.
A lesbian Chinese American painter, she defied definition, which is why I was so fascinated by her.
Science provides me with a vocabulary of illness, confirming what my body already knows: that it will never be the same
On climate change, transitioning, gender, and the vanishing sweetness of maple trees.