I’m in this coffee shop I hate. I don’t hate the people, just the décor. White tiled walls, a collection of minimalist furniture–hard angles, rigid edges. I want some color damn it, a foot stool, something soft to melt into as I sip my coffee. Well dressed twenty somethings with more self-groom skills than I’ll […]

I’m in Grand Forks North Dakota, sitting at a booth I spent uncountable hours at, writing, reading, and grading. I’m back here now years after that education, after traveling the five hours from the #NoDapl resistance camps to Grand Forks to visit my family. The last time I visited my family was when the Morton […]

Weeks have passed since I attended, “Break the Silence.” I think that someone will tell me that I should include a trigger warning. That I should prep people for what’s to come before it reminds them of whatever moment in their lives they survived through. That moment that keeps getting dragged into the present like […]