An expanded version of this story was published by Jennymag.com and can be found here! ——— “Hate us cuz we’re beautiful, well we don’t like you either. We’re cheerleaders.”…
“I’m used to carrying your sh!t….” he affirmed, his words trailing off. When backcountry hiking and camping, it’s true, Nekky often carries a greater share of our communal items…
When a pipe breaks in the community of Colonia Modelo outside Marcala, Honduras, you call Betty. Although I suspect people here also call Betty when they want to laugh.…
As we sit around our respective Holiday tables, taking turns sharing our gratitudes, our blessings, and our thanks, I will no doubt have much to share. In November, I shared…
Even hidden behind the chin protection on his motorcycle helmet, I can tell that Kelvin is smiling. His cheeks are drawn up below kind eyes, and he extends a…
It’s evening in the BOSAWAS, and I write the unfamiliar (and lengthy) names of the women participants of the WIMPA assembly — a gathering of the Indigenous Women’s Organization of…
A cherry Kool-Aid mustache stained the upper lip of my childhood. The Kool-Aid man burst through walls during my cartoon commercial breaks, and this same joyful anthropomorphic mascot was…
