I am wearing my Call Congress sweatshirt right now, drinking from my Call Congress water bottle. In my dresser is a t-shirt that I wrote “Call Congress” and the phone number for the Congressional switchboard (202–224–3121) on in white puffy paint in 2017 before I found any of this other…

It’s too hot to think. The cicadas are too loud and the air too thick. I am reduced to my simplest parts — scrapes and sweat and bug bites and bruises. I am the condensation on a cold drink and the pages of a book. I am a cold shower…

Independence Day (Observed) Sometimes it doesn’t feel like there’s much to celebrate. Of course, arguably, there isn’t much to celebrate any year. A country full of people we tried to erase, built on blood and bones of slaves we kidnapped and broke and buried. It’s hard to love a country…

Strange, how little I miss my commute and how yet how much I miss being on the way. I miss the line of demarcation, several miles long, between my bedroom and my work life. I miss being on the way, in between. The transitional moments where you don’t have to…

I haven’t written much this year — mostly snippets in my notes folder on my phone, the equivalent of scrap paper doodles, and journal entries in a notebook I dug up from the piles of blank ones that never quite fit. I’ve always used writing as a way to sort…

Electability is a myth. It’s a story we tell ourselves to justify the soft bigotry of low expectations. It’s how we explain away our own prejudices, our own fears. We project them onto someone else — someone we haven’t talked to, someone we’ve never met. We can say “I don’t…

************SPOILERS BELOW****************** I want to write about the new season of Veronica Mars but I don’t know how. The show, the character, the relationships are so tied up in my heart. Veronica Mars was where I put all my angst in college, where I put all my misery and uncertainty…

Yesterday the firecrackers on my street started around 4pm and ended just after midnight. I don’t own a smoker or a grill, but I did the best I could by slow cooking a picnic roast and slathering it in my mom’s secret barbecue sauce. We watched Independence Day and rewound…

On Monday night, Trump tweeted that next week ICE “will begin the process of removing millions the millions of illegal aliens who have illicitly found their way into the United States. They will be removed as fast as they come in.” Remember all the articles after the election that told…