Last week I interviewed a badass young woman who recently won the New England Golden Gloves boxing tournament. She’s kicked and pushed and drilled her way to getting where she is, no matter the resistance. She told me a story of high school struggles in a plastic fabrications […]
Of those who live in Moldovan villages, nearly every family keeps a garden. It is also true for homeowners in towns and cities. My host mother’s garden goes beyond sustenance, though: it is a place of gathering and quiet thought for those who pass through.
This Thursday, my friend and I discussed the possibility of a life where human beings simply didn’t need to rely on a system of printed paper exchange (or even symbolic digital exchange) to coexist.
This past Sunday, I rose early for autumn’s first chill dawn. I dressed and waited for my partner Anna’s call – she was hitchhiking in from her village. She rang from the cemetery. Though we had planned to meet at my place, her ride had dropped her early […]