Tag: Writing

The Best of All Possible Worlds: Lea sees the Time Knife

The Best of All Possible Worlds: Lea sees the Time Knife
Every year when I get my eyes dilated, I have the same strange sensation. Not only that things are brighter and blurrier, but that every noise is louder. The hum of a radiator, the patter of ice against the windows, the thrumming of blood in my temples. All of it is louder. I don’t know if... Read more »

Next Year is its own Resolution

Next Year is its own Resolution
There is a desperation that comes at the end of the year. All the things not yet accomplished, all the things to begin fresh with the new year. Lists of goals and resolutions and the abortive calculus of “better than” versus “working on” multiplied by “Things That Have Changed.” After Thanksgiving, it’s all a matter of... 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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Sit at a Typewriter and Bleed

Sit at a Typewriter and Bleed
I am writing a novel. I’m telling you this because I want the entire world to be as excited about it as I am, even though it (like pretty much everything I pour my soul into) is a heartbreaker. I am writing a novel. This is in between working three part-time jobs, taking care of... 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 »

Oral History of the New Colossus

Oral History of the New Colossus
Last month, I was honored to be a featured poet at a local Poets in Resistance event. Below is the transcript of the poem I read for the crowd. Please enjoy. Oral History of the New Colossus 1. I come from a people of wandering, Of desert paths swept clean of footprints by thousand year... Read more »
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Inaugural Poem

Inaugural Poem
A room full of people, Surrounded by shadows of a fading light. “No,” I said, in turns, With a voice dancing recklessly between fear and laughter. “No,” I said, Helplessly, Unheard. I knew him, The archetype Man with Power, When, in turns, I said, “No,” The word emptied with a hollow dredged of fear and the plodding footfall of the inevitable.... Read more »

The September 2016 SuperMommy Digest

The September 2016 SuperMommy Digest
  I’m happy to say, in addition to my usual blogging and freelancing, I’ve accepted a job writing for a nonprofit that works to end human trafficking. So far, it hasn’t slowed down my output by a lot, and I hope that soon, I’ll be able to share all the amazing work we’re doing to... Read more »

I Pretend To Be Honest

I Pretend To Be Honest
This post was inspired by this week’s ChicagoNow Blogapalooza prompt.   When I was about fourteen, I read “Mother Night” by Kurt Vonnegut. I was already a huge fan. Two years earlier, my father had assigned “Cat’s Cradle” as part of my homeschooling curriculum, and I had devoured every Vonnegut book in the house before... Read more »
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The Book I Needed In My Darkest Moment

The Book I Needed In My Darkest Moment
There are a few times in your life when you see yourself as you truly are, in that moment. Not as who you are inside, what fundamentally defines you, but objectively- when you are confronted with yourself and it takes your breath away. Sometimes it’s a good thing, sometimes you are fortunate enough to see... Read more »