Thirty three is the year where I went from being ignorant of death, to impartial to it. — I think the term is learned helplessness. It’s not quite fitting, though- because what it feels like, in actuality, isn’t so dramatic as helplessness. There’s not much despair, if I’m completely honest. Despair was ten years ago. Maybe even twenty. One loses count. It’s more like ten-to-twenty years of kicking…

Video killed the radio star. Articles are poised to do the same to the creative writer. I’ll start by saying this loudly, clearly: Me, too. Fingernails blackened, marked by satan, and no different than any other freelanced article. It doesn’t come naturally, writing this way. My childhood journals cut straight…

The virus drenched us in waves. In January we’d eyed the approaching swell and wondered aloud to our husbands during the ten o’clock news, if the water might reach us? No, they reassured. China is different- a country with less equipment, less hygiene, less capacity. Things would be different in…