Published inAge of EmpathyThe Bright HouseAn essay while living with my parents, the Brights.May 30May 30
Published inAge of EmpathyThe Eclipse SeasonI do ask myself if I regret any of it, and I say no.May 14May 14
Published inAge of EmpathyThe AnchorOn the morning of Ash Wednesday, my apartment on Austin Street is powdered in dust.Apr 30Apr 30
Published inAge of EmpathyThe Saturn Return EssayWhen I turned twenty-seven, everything started to change. With each season, I wrote an essay. Now I have a book.Feb 26Feb 26
Published inAge of EmpathyOh, Nothing to Feel Guilty About!It’s only something to write home about —Feb 11A response icon1Feb 11A response icon1
Published inAge of EmpathySelf-Portrait in ChicagoI paint you a picture. An essay dedicated to the Art Institute of Chicago.Dec 23, 2024A response icon11Dec 23, 2024A response icon11
Published inHuman Parts“The November Essay”Eight days a week is not enough to show I care! I love you every day, girl, always on my mind. One thing I can say —Nov 22, 2024Nov 22, 2024
Published inThe ShortformThe Wheel of FortuneA 100-word story of manifestation.Oct 30, 2024Oct 30, 2024
