Jocelyn Ho Jocelyn Ho met me at a coffee shop in the Pico-Fairfax neighborhood of Los Angeles. She ordered herself a cookie and a tea, then sat down across from…
WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
On April 17th, 2017, the day after Easter, my friend took their father’s gun and went for a walk on the beach in Yachats, Oregon. Friend isn’t the right word.…
In 1991, after my freshman year of college at the University of Arizona in Tucson at age 19, I went to live on my own in my older sister’s apartment…
A third eye for sensing danger has planted itself at the base of my skull. It sends out a dull throb when the possibility of bodily harm is perceived. It’s…
WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
The first car Daddy got me was on cinder blocks. It didn’t run. And I don’t remember asking him for it. I was a freshman in college at Wayne State…
Image Credit: Mural drawn onto the side of the bus shelter at 46th Avenue & Taraval in San Francisco, CA I tried to behave. Then there was the night I…
Image Credit: Albert Anker It was the rhythms of words that I loved most as a child. Undeniably delighted at the prospect of having someone else read to me,…
WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
Image Credit: “Better than We Ever Did” by Elizabeth Walker 2 weeks The doctor calls with the news. In the lab: the embryologist partners fifteen retrieved eggs and a thawed…
You have to write a book about your family, she said during lunch at the airport chain restaurant where we were waiting out our mutual flight delay. We’d only known…
She headed for a clump of weeds when we appeared. Her wing hung down too low, sagging while she walked, big and black, considering. She gauged the distance to the…
Recently, I was thinking about statistics related to the number of uninsured in America, when the old phrase Numbers become meaningless past a certain size popped back into my head,…