I was born in the late 1980s. By the time I hit adolescence, the internet had started to wake up — pixel by pixel, modem by modem. I grew up with it. Watched it stretch from dial-up screeches to limitless scroll. We thought we were the digital generation. The ones who’…
These last few days have been the heaviest in memory. Not for any single tragedy, but because I finally said something I’ve been carrying far too long. I sent an email to my mother. One to my brother. Words that had sat in drafts, edited and re-edited, while I…
I used to mock the U.S. all the time. Especially out here. It was easy. The hypocrisy. The posturing. The endless war machine with a flag stitched over it. Nobody wants to hear it in polite company, but I always said what I meant. I never thought I was…
I never thought it would happen like this. If you'd asked me years ago what the beginning of collapse might look like, I would have guessed something cold and efficient. A smooth-talking ideologue. A polished politician with a lawyer's brain and a preacher's cadence.…
Some things collapse all at once. Others drift there slowly, while no one is looking. This is a memory of the drift — and a refusal to pretend we didn't see it. I was born in the late 1980s, just far enough back to remember a different country. Not…
It happened again. This time it was a two-year-old girl, an American by birth, carried off to a place she had never chosen, by a system that doesn't even pretend to recognize her anymore. No trial. No hearing. No real process at all. They bundled her up alongside…