I recently started listening to the audiobook for Hand to Mouth: Living in Bootstrap America by Linda Tirado. Linda gives unflinching, unapologetic accounts of her experiences as an hourly worker barely living above the poverty line. She narrates the book with a clear and resolute tone and I noticed one thing in particular. She doesn't... Continue Reading →

Hey readers! I've been quiet for several months and my poor little blog has sat here neglected because I've got so many projects going at one time it's like juggling chainsaws. I wanted to pop in and write about something that's been on my mind before I return to the editing cave where I live... Continue Reading →

They say every generation has a major incident that defines their identity. For my generation, it was September 11th. My formative years happened in a bizarre stretch of time that's still draped in neon and pleather in my memory, a cultural and technological revolution you could feel happening. Y2K, hanging chads, AOL Instant Messenger, the... Continue Reading →

The rabbit is on alert. Nose flicking, eyes darting. Waiting. She was raised that way, to be hypervigilant, to trust nothing. She knows if the fox catches her, it'll be because she wasn't witty enough to evade it. She hops to the edge of the tall weeds. The mat of vibrant grass shimmers with beads... Continue Reading →

A few years ago, someone gave us a plant they claimed was bee balm. We had the perfect spot to let it go wild, a patch of mowed grass at the edge of our property we'd let return to its natural state. Letting the area grow up again had two purposes. First, to provide some... Continue Reading →