My connections to the country and its people, my family, didn’t require control or even words. Touch, color, and togetherness were enough.
Our Halloween traditions hearken back to rituals of dispelling threats through communal acts of giving and receiving.
But was there a better way to put these pronunciations on the page?
To these writers, saunf occurred in the world as a curiosity, but not as an inevitability.
When I look at my personal aesthetic (if I could call it that), I see something that gives me room to move through binaries.
Could I really not keep anything from the unbearable whiteness of being?
Maybe these home remedies aren’t just tricks or distractions. Maybe they are insistences on our well-being.
Though she lives, some part of Korra—the flame throwing hothead, insistent on taking up space—does not survive.
I couldn’t afford to live on academic wages, so I became a dominatrix. But after Covid-19, the risks became too great.
Nora Feely on cancer, facing her fears by naming them, and navigating a world filled with sharks