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My Ma’s Hatred Grows Cavities Every Summer
She’d decided, fully cognizant of what I was, to sentence me to a future spent experiencing the depth of other people’s hatred of people like me.
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Who Gets to Decide What Liberation Looks Like?
I don’t want us replacing one set of commandments for women with another set stamped LIBERATION across the top. I don’t want either of us telling women that sleeping with a guy is feminist or not sleeping with a guy…
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Queering Taxonomies: A Conversation with Alysia Li Ying Sawchyn
I think a lot about the often quoted (and sometimes misinterpreted) Joan Didion line: ‘We tell ourselves stories in order to live.’ We have to construct something to make sense of our experience of the world inside our heads, and…
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Seven Days in August
There was grief everywhere: in my drinking water, in my toothbrush, in the whisk I used to beat egg whites for a meringue. Eating a pastrami sandwich could turn me inside out, because it was his favorite; listening to his…
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After the Fall
From the prow of my hip, I see middle age rise like a strange coast on the horizon, close enough now that I can count the rivers,
