{horn intro} This small town and the darkness of an artificial evening can hold space for a middle-aged woman walking her dog and scream-crying [and dancing] to the soundtrack of her adultification. For 48 minutes and 50 seconds, I am transported to the beginnings of figuring out how to be alive in this world. AndContinue reading “Rainy Monday dog-walking daylight-savings blues OR Good News for People Who Love Bad News”
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Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later
September 11th was about three weeks into my first year of college. I was 18 years old, living on my own for the first time with strangers in an un-airconditioned, 6 story brick oven of fellow underclass students on the southern campus of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I had a newContinue reading “Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later”
The Oracle of Z 