HOW WE ARE.

Eight months ago, my life was busted open, not by COVID, but by grief. One of the most important people in my life died that month of...

You should be writing. This is the voice in my head. Shadowy. A little metallic, as if it's a machine or perhaps I am. But all I can...

E.L.O and the 4 in the Morning. It is 4 o’something in the morning, and I can smell the cantaloupe on the kitchen shelf. I bought it just...

I am a walker in this COVID. Before dawn, or as dawn is starting to come through the slats of the blinds over the sleeping body of my...

Night Horse I grew up in an intimate corner of intersecting mountain leaps. My Utah hometown was then bucolic and rural. I was too much a...

I’m reminded of a scene in the movie The Day the Earth Stood Still, when everything electrical was shut down by the alien, and Professor...

How am I. Having just this morning broken up the puzzle on the kitchen table (Seurat’s “A Sunday on La Grande Jatte”), I am wondering...

Brenda Miller Julie Marie Wade Excerpts from “The In-Between: Letters from Isolation” Authors’ Note: This piece is an excerpt from a...

When I woke up today, I found out I died. Or maybe I had died yesterday. Or maybe it was on Saturday. Or maybe I have not stopped dying...

Driving If you look on Google Maps at DeKalb and Ogle Counties in northern Illinois, you’ll see rectangles and boxes: farms and farmlands...

A friend posts a picture of her daughter online. A girl in a red dress. One hand in a blue bucket, her younger brother nearby. On a...

I’ve been lucky. My close friends and family have stayed healthy, and my husband and I have, of late, relaxed into quarantine, eating...

For years I tried to garden, tried earnestly, worked so so hard, here in a mountain town where the season is short and soil hard to come...

Dear Mom, Love, Matt I went for a run today—I’m still training for Grandma’s Marathon, even though it’s been cancelled now for nine or so...

Memory Yards Though America—especially middle-class white America—is so often a culture of backyard living. I find myself lately spending...

How am I? I’m struggling. But I’m here. I created a mantra a couple of years ago to quell my middle-of-the-night panic, to create...

I used to wonder about the line between bearing witness and hypervigilance, but in June I don’t care anymore. The trauma is ours to...

On the back of my grocery list, I scrawl this pandemic statement. It’s the beginning of May, finals week, a few hours before our BFA...

On Friday, March 13, 2020 – yes, that Friday the 13th – my husband and I headed to the airport for a flight to Denver. Months earlier we...

When the Pandemic disrupted the lives of this world it forced a lot of us to sit still, to be confined, to slow down, to examine our...