I took a course in socialism once in which we learned about the four original political parties: reformative, conservative, liberal, and people my dad would never get along with*. I recall thinking I would have been categorized as a reformative, reminiscing on the good ol’ times- desiring things to return to their original state. Less … Continue reading →

This is me. At age 26 Sleeping on a futon mattress on the floor of my friend’s boyfriend’s studio apartment, with brick wall views in one of the lesser parts of town. I’m fearful every night that someone is going to break my car windows. I start every morning with ice tea or old coffee. … Continue reading →