Essays
The last time I wrote I said I’d try.
If you’ve been paying any attention over the last year you’ve probably been doing your fair share of trying, too. “We’re just trying to follow the guidelines”, I’ve heard so many say. “We’re just trying to stay sane these days.” In the beginning, “We’re trying to get our hands on a pack of toilet paper” and now, “We’re just trying to get through it” or “We’re just trying to process this grief.”
SPOONS
April 2, 2021
REPEAT THE SOUNDING JOY
December 22, 2023
Lately I’ve been contemplating "Joy to the World." This year, as many recent ones, I’m desperate for its effervescence to do something in my own cranky, skeptical self and, today, I’m sharing my version of its words in case Joy may use it as a brief way in to yours.
There’s this big and steep sand dune at Pictured Rocks, right off Lake Superior. A sign at the top warns that if you descend to the shoreline below and can’t climb back, you’ll be charged a $3000 fine to be rescued. My boyfriend, M, and I had been visiting some sites in the Great Lakes area as vacation before a friend’s wedding nearby, and he told me he climbed down when he was a kid. Climbing back feels impossible when every step you take sinks you back into the deep sand.
Call Your Mom
Dec 4, 2022
In the winter of 2016, you may have been tricked, like my family was, into paying full price for tickets to the Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt vehicle Passengers. The marketing was sleek and interesting. The two bank-rolliest stars! Romance! Space! A swimming pool! The movie was across the board awful and dealt with some unsettling existential hypotheticals (the earth becoming uninhabitable, dying a meager death without reaching the ‘destination’, being awoken from peaceful cryo-sleep and seeing Chris Pratt first)…
Passengers
January 1, 2021
