A sort of/kind of lament

A sort of/kind of lament

I have sort of a pet peeve. Kind of annoying, to be honest. I seem to be obsessing about it more than usual, as I write this, while the summer heat descends. These three phrases – “kind of,” “sort of” and “seem to be” – have become the frayed edge of the...
The apocalypse of the every day

The apocalypse of the every day

A little secret about apocalypse stories: they’re rarely true to the cataclysm you are experiencing in real life. Very few of us get off this Earth without experiencing at least gradual disaster, if only aging bodies. In stories, writers carefully craft the moment...
Gift of food

Gift of food

I’ve been thinking a lot about Karl. When I was 16, my dad left. I knew what many adolescents know about their parents’ relationship: next to nothing. What was clear is that my mother felt blindsided. For what seemed like weeks, she wept behind closed doors. The house...
Life wins

Life wins

It’s hard to get around these days without stumbling into a march. The Women’s March on Washington spun off hundreds of “sister” marches around the world, including in several North Carolina cities. On Feb. 11, the Historic Thousands on Jones Street (HKonJ) march, led...