Readings

I don’t want to test my children for genetic illness to subvert their autonomy, but to allow them to fully exert it. And though I have the means, I can't quite find the will. 

The author of The Real Lolita on doppelgangers, the responsibilities of true crime reporting and fictionalizing people's pain. 

On seasons of grief and change, in Montreal and everywhere else.

Talking to poets abroad about their complicated, sometimes fractured relationships with their homeland.

I understand why people balk at labels. But I think of them—tomboy, butch, genderqueer, MOC—as functional and hopeful. That function is communication.

Remembering the New Yorker's Lillian Ross, who chronicled the second half of the twentieth century with her trademark brand of reporting, one year after her death.

The author of Beirut Hellfire Society on writing about the Lebanese Civil War, collective memory, and the selfishness of Greek deities.

I didn’t realize, when I drove a U-Haul packed with all of my belongings 1500 miles away from home to a new apartment and a new city on the East coast, that I was leaving the sky behind.

I thought I could escape my jail kid past in an idyllic southern city. But trouble found me, and not everyone I knew got out alive.