My Mom’s Daughter

My mom was a person before she met me. She lived in Paris and consumed nothing but Orangina, cigarettes, and Tracy Chapman songs for six months straight. She moved back to New York and befriended the prostitutes on her street corner on her way home from picking up Chinese food. My mom hustled to…

Still Nasty

I was so ready to write you a letter of celebration today. To exhale a great big collective sigh of relief. To leave the trauma of this election season behind us as we look toward a brighter future. On Monday, I jotted down some notes in a draft of this letter: “We’ve been through hell, but now we rise.”

your computer warned you

your computer warned you

but you didn’t listen

and so the computer crashed

with 28 tabs open

and an endless

Granny Panties and Passion

With the start of Pop Warrior, I’ve been thinking a lot about the ways in which people express themselves and fight for what they believe in. Sometimes the expression and the fight are two separate things; someone might paint pictures of fruit just for fun in their free time when…

Two Men Kissed

The world is a rough place to be right now.

Two men kissed. Another man got angry, so he shot up a gay nightclub on Latin night. We need to do something. How can we not do something?

How to Run a Marathon

This is a marathon, not a sprint. It’s hard to remember that as we’re losing count of the horrible things Trump has said and done, or as we find out about yet another organization that can use donations, or as there’s another issue worth calling reps over, or…

Pop of Holiday Cheer

Welcome to a special holiday edition of Pop Warrior! One of my favorite ideas about these winter holidays is that they all center around light. Whether you’re lighting up a Christmas tree or a menorah or a kinara or simply a fireplace, you’re bringing light and warmth into the darkest…

Welcome to Pop Warrior

First of all, thank you so much for having enough faith in my writing and internet curation skills to sign up before I even had a first issue to show you. You’re my day one-ers, and I’ll forever be grateful for you.