Our existences can be revolutionary, microcosmic acts of salvation…
Inter-RegNumb
The important question to ask yourself is what it is that youโre afraid of…
‘Twas the Night (2022)
A sorta annual tradition I began one night years ago, standing watch aboard a ship on Christmas Eve with a pen and a notepad…
Madam, I’m Atom
The creative birth of this article stems from a now nearly week old conversation over a meal between myself, my husband, and a third party…
๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฎnded
Feed your head, free your mind- the rest will follow.
Eye Object
Itโs definitionally true that the ways in which other people receive us can often be our boon or our problem, but itโs not always our responsibility…
K(no)w Yo(u)
Knowledge is power, and by that virtue information can be vulnerability. I adopted and honed my capacity and finesse for writing during the existential pogroms of my adolescence…
As Told as Time
/T/here was a time before the advent of contemporary IT infrastructure, and the omnipresence of autobiographical citizen journalism when the forces of time and distance imbued ordinary social interaction with a sort of now extinct, or at the very least severely diminished sense of visceralโฆ
Of Mice and Mountains, Men and Molehills
Thereโs a parable of ambiguous origin set in ancient East Asia with which I was first acquainted in the wake of a severe panic attack years ago by my husband (then boyfriend) attempting to help me grasp and embrace my courage. Itโs about a monk and a warlord…
Hagiography for a Dream
To Ian