MiriWhen I Lost My StoryA dropped stitch is no small thing. Miss it, and your whole piece unravels.Nov 12, 20181Nov 12, 20181
MiriReturning to BalletYesterday I did something I never thought I’d do again — I put on tights and a leotard and went to a ballet class.Oct 18, 20181Oct 18, 20181
MiriOn Cancer and Non-MonogamyI chose non-monogamy. So why do I feel like the pathetic Cancer Wife in an advice column?Apr 17, 20181Apr 17, 20181
MiriThe Unanswerable Question “Why”I had a dream that you reached out to me. You’d heard that I was sick, so you reached out, and I’m sure you said you were sorry for not…Jan 7, 20181Jan 7, 20181
MiriTo Trap a City in AmberIf I were a powerful wizard, I would stand at the corner of Broadway and 59th on my last day in New York, and, with my face tilted up…Aug 17, 20171Aug 17, 20171
MiriWhat It Feels Like for a Queer GirlThese words started coming to me in fragments last night, at bedtime. I went to sleep anyway, half-hoping that I would forget them.Jun 8, 2017Jun 8, 2017
MiriYou Can Pry My Covfefe From My Cold, Dead HandsDon’t Worry. I still remember Why Trump Is Bad. Let people laugh.Jun 1, 20172Jun 1, 20172
MiriWe Don’t Have the Language to Talk About What’s Happening“Propaganda” is not an opinion piece you disagree with.Jan 26, 20172Jan 26, 20172