“hey sorry i haven’t returned your texts. i’ve been in a really bad place recently (denver).” — @kassoysauce

There is a bone-deep exhaustion wrought by living in a world that doesn’t fit, and never will.

When my daughter died, I clung tightly to her things. After my neighbor’s foreclosure, I began to let go of them.

Two consolation letters, two fathers lost across the Pacific divide

I don’t remember where I heard it but I do remember when: my dad had died about two weeks before, and I was scrambling in the maelstrom of…

Facing survivor’s guilt, finding redemption, and learning to embrace life after the ultimate sacrifice

Notes on a Colossal Colonoscopy Competition

A funny thing happened on the way to enlightenment

Chopping off my own hair was my first act of gender expression and heteronormative resistance