My grandmother died in March 2020, as the world burned and I was desperate for something to which I could pin my memories, for something stable. She wanted her life story, and her secrets, to disappear with her.

Departures

When we met, he asked me why I played piano with the lights off. It’s how I focus, I said. I didn’t say then that it felt like falling.

the drop

She didn't remember until she read the disk. So why does it feel like it just happened yesterday?

With Time, Disintegration Will Pull the Layers Apart

What can the consent and communication practices of BDSM teach us about the problematic ways we're socialized for relationships, the catharsis of #MeToo, and how we got here?

We can change the culture: A few observations of language, assumptions, and consent

A weekend in the fire lookout was my idea.

Keeping the reservation after everyone else bailed was yours.

Rescue Me

Sometimes there's a reason for leaving the past unclaimed.

june drake

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