Category: Nonfiction

  • Someone took a survival letter — written by a persecuted community to say we named our oppressors, we survived, we are still here — and turned it into a revenge fantasy about the end of the world.

  • And in that vestibule where the moon tarries, where once the down-lined coats flurried, where polyester now patrols, in the dawn of what will be, the curtain is pulled back to reveal the source of the mirage. Yet my eyes see nothing.

  • I like Subway, but four Sandwiches unto myself equals a burgeoning ecosystem arising from the soggy leavened bread, droopy vegetables, and slimy meat.

  • No one is born with a blank slate. As soon as we gather awareness, we find our genetics already in action. Mind in action. Language acquisition functioning and churning. No make-believe, no two exactly alike. Because the mechanism is already running, we become aware.

  • The WordPress block editor is a pain in the ass because the default block is set to paragraph. This is why I see so many posts in a run-on, block writing format. You need to paste in plain text to preserve your paragraph formatting, because if you click PASTE, the input is treated as HTML…