I’m one of those weirdos who brackets her year in Burns. Watching the wooden man erupt into flames on the final night of Burning Man has always felt like New Year’s Eve to me. Burning Man marks an end and a beginning, a chance to acknowledge transition. Where was I…

We drove across the Golden Gate Bridge talking about boys. A storm had come and gone; there was a rainbow overhead and a rainbow tunnel in front of us. “When we get to the other side of the rainbow,” my friend told me, “we’re only going to talk about God.”…

Filmmaker Ondi Timoner was sitting on an all-female panel at Sundance last winter when inspiration struck. The #MeToo movement had been swirling in the media for months, and so many of those stories centered around women positioning themselves as victims. …

The other day, a friend inspired me to put out a Facebook ask. For every person who posts a comment on my status with a reason they love the U.S., I’ll donate a dollar to the ACLU. This was all well and good. I raised $108 (and counting), and I…

International Relations class, 2006. The teacher’s assistant is drawing a diagram to explain anarchy on the board. I’m half paying attention, half thinking about the anarchy going on in my own mind. “Anarchy means there are no rules,” she says. …

The third installment of my Gchats with Grandma

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