I have permission to not fix everything broken about the world with this essay

When processing that first Trump victory in 2016, I sought counsel from my grandfather, who at the time I considered to be the wisest person I knew. This was before Trump had even taken office, when the damage he might do was still considered hypothetical or hyperbole by lots of people. But my grandfather, anContinue reading “I have permission to not fix everything broken about the world with this essay”

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”