Fibers

Now, as I am one year and seven months from thirty, I understand the infinity of growing old. I imagine myself as recycled clay. Formed into this year, grabbed by another and shaped into that one—but where is the kiln? Where is the sun that dries the grapes?

An Alternative Literary Canon

An Alternative Literary Canon

The established literary canon sucks. There, I said it. As someone who has two English Literature degrees under her belt, I can say with full certainty that the canon is tired, dusty, over-analysed, dull, and mostly white and male. Gross.

Sexual Harassment on Capitol Hill

Sexual Harassment on Capitol Hill

The Inspector General (IG) recently sent out an anonymous survey within our agency regarding sexual harassment and how instances of inappropriate behavior are handled and reported. Long story short: they are not.