Essays
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Grief Makes Nothing Happen
We all recognize certain types of loss. If we’re fortunate, we take bereavement leave from our jobs, perform the pre-made grieving rituals. But we also know these aren’t the only losses, nor are they always the worst ones. Surely you…
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Stick a Clock in Me I’m Pregnant
The subject of when to have kids haunted Matt and me for about one year. For me, it always came down to career success. I couldn’t imagine being happy as a mother without publishing at least one book. I’d resent…
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Harpooning the Self: “Moby-Dick,” Fatphobia, and the Monomaniacal Pursuit of Control
But in our culture, it must be subdued, extracted, and of course sold. Their podcast has saved me in numerous ways these past years. Each morning, driving to my job at a small high school in the deep South, I…
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More Human: On Science Fairs, Artificial Intelligence, and Educational Experiments
My first-year composition students come to me much like that little dot in my sixth-grade science fair demonstration. They’ve spent years bumping around on a grid their teachers keep rearranging, and they’ve learned some things about how to navigate it.…
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My Personal Essay
There is an undercurrent to learning, a movement below the surface activity that pulls in the opposite direction. Sometimes a rip develops, a powerful surge that can carry you or drown you or maybe it generates just off to the…
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A Hollow Kingdom All My Own
I write in the margins of existence. Between shifts. During bus rides. In the quiet hours when my neighbors finally stop screaming or blaring out the trash they call music. My laptop’s held together with duct tape and stubborn hope,…
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Mouth and Muscle
In Tierney’s shows, hockey runs on two blades: muscle and mouth. You need the athletic strength, speed, and skill — and if an opponent asks you, “Nice onesie, does it come in mens?” You need to be able to shoot…
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The National Shutdown
Tomorrow, Friday January 30th, there will be a national shutdown to protest the ongoing, egregious violence being perpetrated by ICE and other federal law enforcement agents in Minneapolis and all across the country. In solidarity, we won’t be posting any…
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A Geometry of Silence
“Sometimes I think the house should be the one to speak. Let the drywall testify to how long we went without touching. Let the baseboards admit how often I cleaned, hoping order would quiet the ache. Let the doorjamb where…
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What They Don’t Teach You About Collapse
The particular form of governance being implemented in Gaza has a shape to it. It’s recognizable if you know what to look for. It’s the same shape that appeared in other places, at other times: the architecture of separation, the…
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Turmeric, Nine Ways
The first stomachaches grip me tightest at night. I watch the sliver under my bedroom door, waiting for Amma’s feet, for her hand on the ache. When I hear a sound that could be the snap of a suitcase or…
