Sometimes monthly, sometimes weekly, when I have the time blog.

How I Fell in Love With Reading, Thanks to My Badass Grandfather

I have a personal essay up this week on Three Guys, One Book about how and when I fell in love—with reading. My essay focuses on who provided me with the books: my late grandpa, who died when I was 8, of esophageal cancer. He was only 52. Even though I didn’t get to spend more than those 8 years with him, he guided and influenced my life so much, most notably because he would bring me books with torn-off covers that he rescued from being pulverized or incinerated at a publishing company in Milwaukee.

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On Identity and the Appropriation of Poverty

I have my first personal essay for Lunch Ticket up on the blog now! You can read it here. It’s about food justice and access, and I wrote it as a menu of sorts to describe my history eating and exploring food, from living on a one-parent income on the south side of Milwaukee to working for an organic family farm in rural Wisconsin.

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"Lazy" and "Busy" are Pejorative Terms, and We Should Abolish Them Both

I write nothing about those two terms in this blog post, but I use them both.

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The Freedom to Write What I Want

Litbreak Magazine published an excerpt from my novel-in-progress on July 3. Cheetos make an appearance in the piece, which you can read here.

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Low-Residency vs. Full-Time MFA Programs and Dry April: I'm Not Drinking Alcohol for a Month

The weather is not warming up yet here in Wisconsin, and I’m taking advantage of the inhospitable wind, continuing cold, and my lack of social life to write—a lot. I’m also not drinking alcohol for the month of April, and as of today, I’ve made it one-third of the way through!

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“The Body Is Not An Apology:” On Body Objectification, Body Shame, and Refusals to Apologize

I’m only on the first chapter of Sonya Renee Taylor's The Body Is Not An Apology book, but I already am harnessing, analyzing, and trying to let go of the swirling emotions—anger, self-loathing, guilt, indignation, doubt, bewilderment—I have felt so many times in my adult life when I’ve apologized for the way my body looks, acts, feels, or is interpreted by society.

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