Category: News

The Most Important Election of our Lives

The Most Important Election of our Lives
Today is election day, and I am 100% judging you if you can but do not vote in this election. I don’t mean that in the adolescent, “OMG I’m totes judging you,” sense. I mean that I am passing judgement on your character. On the nature of your very being. If you do not vote,... Read more »

Yinzer's Kaddish

Yinzer's Kaddish
I was born in Pittsburgh. My father was a graduate student at Carnegie Mellon, and my family was Jewish. We lived on Shadyside, in Squirrel Hill. We lived about a mile away from Tree of Life, and we attended a different Conservative congregation- one slightly closer to home. No doubt I found myself in the... Read more »

What It's Like to be a Rape Survivor in America Right Now

What It's Like to be a Rape Survivor in America Right Now
I am seven years old. Strange women at the public pool touch my hair. They grab me and pull me out of the line to the concession stand. It is frightening and aggressive, but they only mean it as a compliment. I know this because strange people are always stopping me and touching my hair. Whether... Read more »
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When Nowhere Is Safe

When Nowhere Is Safe
When I was eight years old, I stopped sleeping. As many times as I’ve tried to figure out what made me stop, I’ve never managed to put my finger on anything specific. I spent months sneaking out of my bed at night, when the rest of my family was asleep, and going to the TV... Read more »

What I Know About Being Raped by a 17yo Boy

What I Know About Being Raped by a 17yo Boy
It’s been another very, very difficult week for sexual assault survivors in the US, and I’d like to share what this week has been like for me. I know what it’s like to be held down and assaulted by a seventeen-year-old boy. At a party. With the aid of his friends. I know it’s been twenty... Read more »

Tahlequah's Dirge

Tahlequah's Dirge
A poem:   Tahlequah’s Dirge For sixteen days a mother orca has carried the corpse of her calf across the sea. We the human watch in awe, in horror, at the progression of her mourning, performing nonverbal aquatic adaptations of emotion we only channel through “It’s Quiet Uptown” and we witness, we the simple, the... Read more »
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Using Privilege To Bend the Moral Arc of the Universe Towards Justice

Using Privilege To Bend the Moral Arc of the Universe Towards Justice
On Sunday, I left my children behind. It felt like an absurdly privileged thing to do, to willfully drive away from my children, cross hundreds of miles, knowing I could call them at any time. That I could skype with them each evening before they went to bed. Knowing they were with family, that they were... Read more »

There Is No Such Thing as "Other People's Children"

There Is No Such Thing as "Other People's Children"
You may have noticed I didn’t post last week. The truth is, I couldn’t. I was too wounded, completely crushed by grief. “Grief” might sound like a strong word for what I was going through, for what so many Americans were going through, but I assure you it was real, and tangible, and agonizing. When... Read more »

Brain Cancer, Guns, and My Daily Sh*tshow

Brain Cancer, Guns, and My Daily Sh*tshow
Let’s be honest, mornings are a shitshow. Dragging yourself out of bed so that you can drag other unwilling people out of bed, knowing they will fight you on everything from putting on clean underwear and using the bathroom to putting breakfast in their mouths and their shoes on their feet and zipping their goddamn... Read more »
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An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today

An Open Letter to the Columbine Students Walking Out Today
I vividly remember April 20, 1999. It was my 15th birthday. I was a goth teenager, and I remember walking through the halls in the afternoon, wearing my full length black cloak, and the side-eyed look I got from teachers and students alike- wondering if my cloak wasn’t really some kind of trench coat, if... Read more »