Tag: memoir

Essay, Writing

Old Dogs, New Tricks

One of the greatest untruths that we commonly accept is that old dogs can’t learn new tricks. Not only is that entirely untrue for dogs, who both can learn and enjoy learning new tricks, throughout their lives, it is untrue for humans as well. My father, as many of you know, was raised in the …

Story, Writing

The Girl In The Pink Tutu, Or My Patty Hearst

In the fall of 1997, I lived in a flea infested, two bedroom apartment, just off of campus. We’d turned the dining room into a third bedroom, and hung blankets from the ceiling, to wall it off. The third person got us down to $250 a month in rent. We’d also nailed blankets up over …

Story, Writing

Escape (In A Chrysler Valare)

I only applied to one college. It was the cheapest school in the state. I just looked at the prices, in the big binder, found the $2400/year tuition, and didn’t look further. Afterwards, I learned that it was an alternative school. People kept warning me that the girls there didn’t shave their legs. I didn’t …

Story, Writing

It’s You, Frankenstein. Welcome Your Monster.

I notably lack empathy for humans, but roadkill makes me cry. I mean, that opossum has a mother, and that raccoon has a family. I’m told that humans also have these relationships, but I suspect that’s fake news. We lived in the woods when I was little. Well, that’s not entirely true. I was born …

Essay, Writing

We Need Champions: Violence, Intervention, & Us

It’s so fucking hard to intervene. By hard, I mean that it’s fucking terrifying. Especially when you’re someone who is sometimes targeted yourself. You may be someone who has been beaten yourself. Someone who knows that people want you dead. It’s the scariest thing in the world. You might get beaten if you intervene. You …