At the age of 25, I left the East Coast and drove to Alaska. As a queer brown woman from central Jersey, I was in culture shock for weeks. After three months of living here, I’ve pinpointed the ways that I stand out from Alaskans around me in style, manner, and politics. 1. I talk… Read More >>
After four glasses of wine, our slurred words form questions we don’t want to remember. “So, what are you going to do next year?” Jesse asks me. She looks out the window as she washes dishes. Only without eye contact can I tell certain truths. “I want to go to India,” I answer. “And do… Read More >>
It’s on the other side of a Wyoming mountain pass, biking with the flow of water east, that striations of burning red rock demarcate the passage of time on earth. Some rock formations rise against gravity; they don’t appear hard, like the granite peaks of the Grand Tetons, but seem soft, like a good rain… Read More >>
Anchorage raises my blood pressure. As I pull out of my apartment complex, I swing the car into 50 mph traffic and within seconds slow to a halt. Red lights, four lane city streets, and two left turn lanes at every light mean I’m constantly starting and stopping and changing lanes. I’m new here and… Read More >>