A Room of One’s Own
Last October, when our bathroom was ripped apart because of a water leak, my husband and I said to hell with it. Let's mess things up even more. The remediation offered an opportunity to rework other aspects of daily life that needed revising. It'd been a year since I fully committed to the writing life and was painfully aware that I needed my own office. With a door…
The Frag Tray
At the end of June, while fresh traumas multiplied in the media like the bone-collecting Mind Flayer in Stranger Things, I was feverishly finishing an essay about another, more seasoned crisis: the impact of the Covid pandemic on nurses. In our current age, it seems we cannot recover from one despair without having to face the next…