Listen to An Open Letter to the Future Man Who Will Hold My Face Mood: Daring to hope that a man will read this and heed it like a religious text. To You, I don't know your name yet. I don't know the specific music of your voice. But I know that one day, you might perform an act of profound and sacred intimacy. You...

Mood: Daring to hope that a man will read this and heed it like a religious text. To You, I don't know your name yet. I don't know the specific music of your voice. But I know that one day, you might perform an act of profound and sacred intimacy. You might hold my face in your hands. I need you to know what this...

Listen to The Cruelty of Many, The Grace of One Mood: Like a found object, after being lost for a very long time. Some days, the world is a conspiracy of sharp edges. Today was one of those days. It started with my two hours of sleep. I didn't get sleep last night because my neighbor decided she would blast country...

Mood: Like a found object, after being lost for a very long time. Some days, the world is a conspiracy of sharp edges. Today was one of those days. It started with my two hours of sleep. I didn't get sleep last night because my neighbor decided she would blast country music at such a loud volume until this morning,...

There is a special kind of terror reserved for the moment a well-meaning, sighted friend says, with a voice beaming with pride, “I got you something! I saw it and thought of you.” My friend, Lorenzo, is one of the kindest people I know. His heart is a vast, open territory of good intentions. So when he placed a...

Listen to The Gift Horse's Mouth is Full of Terrible Braille There is a special kind of terror reserved for the moment a well-meaning, sighted friend says, with a voice beaming with pride, “I got you something! I saw it and thought of you.” My friend, Lorenzo, is one of the kindest people I know. His heart is a...

This was a previously published short story. Listen to the audio version here Introduction. We all have writing that we look back on and think, hmm, this was fun, but it didn't age well. This story features subtle psychological abuse. In a way, it mirrors what I went through. The only difference is, I didn't have a...

Since I am having a bit of a drafting slump, you all get to read an essay I did way back in college. In truth, it wasn't my best work. The citations are incorrect, and my thesis was not very strong. Still, I believe it's really good to look back and see how much we've grown as artists and writers. Begin Essay. A...

Listen to The Gospel of the Public Library In a world that screams, that demands, that sells, that commodifies every waking second of your attention, the public library is a quiet and profound act of rebellion. It is one of the last true sanctuaries, a temple dedicated to a god that the market has tried very hard to...

Listen to The Gospel of the Public Library In a world that screams, that demands, that sells, that commodifies every waking second of your attention, the public library is a quiet and profound act of rebellion. It is one of the last true sanctuaries, a temple dedicated to a god that the market has tried very hard to...

Listen to A Requiem for My Dignity, Sacrificed at the Altar of AI via my podcast I consider myself a technologically competent person. I can navigate the internet's darkest corners and wrestle with code that would make a lesser mortal weep. So when I decided to try a geek's attempt at an, ahem, "AI" screen reader,...

Listen to A Requiem for My Dignity, Sacrificed at the Altar of AI via my podcast I consider myself a technologically competent person. I can navigate the internet's darkest corners and wrestle with code that would make a lesser mortal weep. So when I decided to try a geek's attempt at an, ahem, "AI" screen reader,...