The Bitter Northerner

Thirty-three in October, which means I’ve been alive for thirty-three Halloweens, thirty-three times watching the world dress up as what it fears. This year all my neighbors have those projected ghosts on their houses, the kind that flicker and loop, the kind that aren’t real but also aren’t not real, if you know what I…

Let me tell you about the light we are never meant to catch.  Let me tell you that the problem with light, is really a story about what gets seen and what does the seeing.  I did not want a cat. This is what I told myself, and what I told others, right up until…

Given that most of my theoretical underpinnings are guided by and actively informed by times of deeply painful and personal experiences of struggle, loss, and grief, it has always remained critical for me to correct any narrative that suggests the story of my life has been about a person who was once “bad” and has…