The Woman In The 24-Hour Market Sweater
I met Whitney the way I wanted to meet a man. I was sitting at a bar in Seattle,
reading Roxane Gay’s Bad Feminist, and waiting for a literary open mic to
The He(art) of Worship
When I walk into the floor-level seating section of the Wellmont Theatre, the
first thing that hits me is the sound. It rises like a wave that crests,
crescendos, and recedes, beckoning me
This Body Is: A Review of Roxane Gay’s Hunger
Hailey told me about Roxane Gay’s Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body the day after it
released. She dragged Ashley and me to the closest Barnes and Noble so she could
pick
Searching for the Divine in Djibouti
From my Cooperant neighborhood, I biked north, to Heron, on a hot Friday
afternoon in September. The heat index was 113 degrees Fahrenheit. I carried a
backpack with two water bags inside, and,