On death, salt, and Marcel waves.
There were many things to love about Pat, but one of my favorite things about her were her silver Marcel
An open letter to NPR about the pay gap, inspired by Jill Abramson.
I have been holding this post inside my head (and heart) for years, and in my WordPress queue for months.
Letters from Paris: Things Parisians Like.
The thing I love about Parisians is they just don’t give a damn. And that, contrary to popular belief,
Native Son. White guilt.
Baltimore haunts me. And I fear it always will. I feel guilty. Guilty for being white. Guilty for taking flight.
To Seth and parties of five.
I always wondered which one of my siblings would die first. Now I know.
My brother lies in a funeral
On Christmas lights and warehouse smoke.
Bring yourself. Take your time. The food will bring the minds together, as foreign as they might be. Friends will
He Swims the Salish Sea.
On the water was a man, bobbing like a thread. White arm flashing rhythmically, legs watercolored shadows, scissors under the
A writer's writer.
To write well, one must read well. I listened to a great interview with David Sedaris on Fresh Air this
On fizz and fog.
Oslo, Mies, and me. Seattle’s Discovery Park, December 2012.
Only the head of a Dublin pint froths like that.
House love.
Dear 129,
It’s only been four hours since I last woke up in your arms. Those strong, vaulted arms,