It’s easier to trash fairytales and racism than it is to face the simplicity of my conundrum: that I’ve inherited the defunct reality of a stranger’s manifest desire.

You’ve been conditioned to witness the miraculous—seen every medical marvel flash before your eyes one thousand times on-screen—doesn’t she watch Untold Stories from the E.R.?

Rather than placing the burden of care on the ill and disabled, we are asking that Bread Loaf support a community of care from the start, so the conference is accessible to all.

I have always been part rider, part horse. Ready to bolt, a sucker for a sugar cube, and I like to be groomed.

The brown braid of a bracelet could be leather, not obviously hair until you get up close.

Note to self: When you grow up, men will dole out cash.