Sundays with Jo, or how to grieve a woman who shaped meThe weekly Sunday dinners. The way she would grab my hands and whisper hilariously inappropriate jokes or secrets. My partner in all things…Mar 21, 2022Mar 21, 2022
the theory of everything funnyI love thinking about why we laugh at certain things. I’m not sure where my perverse fascination with giggles vs. gasps came from exactly…May 27, 2021May 27, 2021
certified gold, or “what the dingus?”I have this habit where I will wake up in the middle of the night with piece of brilliant writing that I HAVE to jot down before I forget…May 19, 2021May 19, 2021
Why giving someone an orgasm is like a GPSIf someone gives you a destination they’d like to go, all you have to do is use a GPS; it’s gonna tell you the turns, the twists, the speed…May 18, 2021May 18, 2021
Bittersweet: Contextualizing Sugar Plantations, and the Line Leading to MeWhen I was seventeen, my father took me to visit his mother, my tutu, in Hawaii. We spent every other summer with her there in Pahoa, a…May 18, 2021May 18, 2021
