First Day of School for a Teaching Fetus

The night before your first day of school as a teacher, you think about what you’re going to wear. Nothing too short, and nothing too tight around your tummy, because you want them to know as little about you as possible. You want them to speculate about how you spend your outside hours, what you…

As Men Narrate my Life: A Musical

I listen to men’s voices. I listen to them in writing, and speech, but most fundamentally, in song. I think song straddles that divide we’ve constructed between acts of speech and acts of writing. It makes bodily what we’ve written, makes us compromise that dictation for the sake of other base conventions. It involves our…

Things My Mother Does that Infuriate Me

My mother is an artist. She wants to make a living as a painter, and when she dies she wants us to spread her ashes in the mountains. My mother is a musician. When I was in high school, and I made her angry, she liked to remind me of how she gave up a…