Thoughts While Steaming Pants for a Child’s Funeral

All of my trousers hang in my closet in a specific way so that they stay creased down the center of each leg. The black pair that I thought would be best for the occasion were, for some reason, folded amongst my jeans on a shelf. I can’t remember putting them away there, especially since… Continue reading Thoughts While Steaming Pants for a Child’s Funeral

Tomorrow most of us will be spending the day with our loved ones, overeating and acknowledging the genocide and colonization of Native Americans and their land *ahem Thanksgiving* While the origin of this occasion is incredibly dark, the sentiment feels nice before we are draped in the cold, depressing months of winter. My religiously anchored… Continue reading