Long Reads

The grief, pain, and misery of an illness lying in wait unsettles me — and yet, I must fight to sustain a life caught between existence and incessant stillness.

This cartoon was about a friendly, magical dragon having nautical adventures, but it filled me with a terrible sense of dread, not unlike the feeling I had when a policeman came to talk with us about strangers in vans with candy or a fireman came to remind us to craft an escape plan should our house catch fire.

Jews are again faced with the stark reality that antisemitism is alive and well within the United States.

"Roller Derby saved my soul."

Loving means giving up control. Releasing something to the universe. It’s not prescriptive. There is no place for black and white in love. It’s the ultimate grey.

Three of my favorite t-shirts used to belong to dead people. I wear them when I want to feel my departed loved ones close to me.

Long Reads is a bimonthly feature, showcasing long-form essays. 

I thought healing would mean lying. I thought allowing myself to be helped would be falsifying documents that stated I was all right or had a happy life when I did not. I thought all I had going for me was my refusal to lie about my life, and I didn't want to give that up.