HOW WE ARE.

It’s been a time. The people you love, leave you. This is a feature of the person, not the pandemic. I check in with my parents but not...

How We Are in NZ: a timeline I’ve always wanted to read ​Slaughterhouse 5​ again. Of all the books we read in Form 5 & 6 with Mr McKenna:...

My house was built in 1937 and has an ant situation. Where there’s one, there’s many. I’ve been announcing on multiple Facebook posts for...

What I love about seed ticks—and there are plenty more reasons to hate them—is that they have six legs for days, and then one day, they...

It’s Tuesday. I am going to the dentist. I will wait in my car, call the receptionist, be told when to enter, must wear mask, have...

The Midwest in me wants to say, “Good, how are you?” to which you would reply “Good,” and keep walking and later tell the next-door...

Penumbra Theatre is a black institution. It has made art by, for, and about black people for 44 years. We have stayed close to black...

I’ve been playing the piano. I’m trying to relearn the song I played for our school recital when I was seventeen. Some days at the piano...

How am I? This summer I was supposed to be in Oxford. Somehow, I was going to work out how to travel thousands of miles from Singapore...

Title: “How Are You? Letter” Date: May 26, 2020 Word count: 574 Byline: Jenn Gibbs Contact: jenngibbswrites@gmail.com Dear Nik, How am I?...

I am thinking about words. Every day, a new word. Today it was abyss. I said it aloud as my children watched. I clung to that word like a...

Here in Singapore, it’s been called a circuit breaker, and beginning June 1, restrictions are going to be eased--- which means...

I’m So Sick of Self-isolation Ten weeks ago, COVID-19 came into my life. The school I work at started discussing options to prevent...

A Day of Days You wake. Your cell phone screen tells you the time and more importantly the day. Monday and Friday bear a striking...

Dear Tomato Plants, I am striving to diligently take care of you, hopefully seeing you through to the bearing of fruit, which I have...

Though it doesn’t fit too well, lately I’ve been singing the phrase “How are you?” into the Who’s “Who Are You.” The main “Ho-o-o-w are...

Pandemic Episteme/Techne Knowledge of the pandemic, for me, is occurring in waves. Like light, the discrete events and data points are...

My phone beeps a reminder to water my herbs every other day. It’s supposed to rain today, so I won’t. Yesterday it was a sunny morning—at...

“How am I?” is the sarcastic caption to a GIF my 17-year-old neighbor Lena texted me yesterday. Lena isn’t her name and she’s never seen...

These days my mind is a jumble of philosophical and religious tenets, worming anxiety, pointed regret, words unsaid to friends and...