Better Selves Are Possible
There’s nothing like being hosted, with care and thoughtfulness, in a gigantic villa-like squat — a romantically crumbly building on a hill overlooking a centuries-old waterfront and sparkling blue sea … Continue reading
No Future But Now
From nearly the first moment of my arrival in Greece on October 5, I was met with the greatest of hospitality — a hospitality equal parts warmth, solidaristic egalitarianism, and … Continue reading
Solidarity, as Weapon and Ethic
“We made it! An eight-language banner in fucking forty minutes!” beamed a Balkan anarchist comrade to those who’d been hurriedly creating this enormous expression of solidarity. Nearby, another anarchist comrade … Continue reading
October 3, 2015: Year Two, Absent-Present My Mom
Sometimes the anticipation is worse than the actual experience. I’ve been feeling this day, October 3, 2015, two years since my mom died on October 3, 2013, for weeks now. … Continue reading
What Falls and Somehow Returns
Two years ago, today, my sister Karen and I watched. And waited. And watched. Together. A handful of fallen leaves, brought indoors, bedside, turning color-crisp-brown. A tiny pumpkin, struggling to … Continue reading
What We See When We Look
I keep thinking back to the blood-red-moon eclipse. When I walked outside at 10 pm in my current neighborhood, usually pretty quiet on a Sunday eve, it was bustling. Crowds … Continue reading
What Can’t Be Taken
Someone nabbed my “backpack-as-home” nearly ten days ago here in Montreal, my current temporary abode. I hope they are poor and can make good use of some of my things, … Continue reading
