After I graduated from college, it took me nearly two years, 74 job applications, and about in the ballpark of 10 interviews — including two where I was one of two final applicants — before I landed my first PSLF-eligible position. I’d actually already been rejected from the position a…

Thursday, in Chicago, with the shadow of Trump Hotel hovering over the street like a shroud, my cab driver shared the story of how he came to be an American. He was from Ethiopia, in East Africa. The US hosts a diversity visa lottery for five countries underrepresented in their…

Running through cornfields. State fairs and hot dogs. Haunted houses, screams alight with delight and terror. The help will take care of changing the sheets. Fireflies dancing away from a child holding a jar at twilight. Afternoons off to go watch the baseball game. Chewing tobacco, and hats. Darling, what would you like for dinner and when? A…

How long does it take to ruin someone’s life? I mean, really ruin, where the victim is a shell, eating and breathing and existing but not living. You think about how quickly you can swerve your car into the opposite lane, fire a gun…maybe 30 seconds. And you’re held accountable…

Sometimes your car has just landed in the shop for the second time this month, you’re trying to get over a nasty case of bronchitis, you started a new job on Monday, people are being killed without reckoning, and the weight of these trials is another world on Atlas’ shoulders…

Bernie Sanders scored quite the upset last night, barely edging out Hillary Clinton for the ‘W’ in the Mitten State. As early as yesterday, FiveThirtyEight still had the likelihood of Clinton winning Michigan at over 99%. So what the heck happened? A few suppositions: Clinton was counting on Genesee County…

Woody Guthrie wrote these lyrics in 1940. This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me Nobody living can ever stop me As I go walking that freedom highway Nobody living…

The first time I had an issue with emotional labor, and how much of it women are expected to take on, I didn’t have a word for it. I was eating lunch with my granddad one day this past summer and he mentioned he had asked his wife to do…

Last night over dinner with some friends we were discussing the endlessly fascinating and distressing spectacle that is the Republican primary, and I made a confession: “I kind of feel sorry for Jeb Bush.” “Me too!” my friends all exclaimed. “He just seems like such a nice guy,” one explained…