Growing up in an immigrant family, I was taught the value of hard work and pulling myself up by my bootstraps. But what happens when hard work isn’t enough?
At about the time, as a child, I learned my parents could die at any minute (and so could I, but that was beside the point), I became obsessed with time, especially since I learned it passes.
In order to keep making poems, I have to tune out the static that comes from the outside world—both negative and positive noise. I need to be able to have a quiet, focused conversation with myself on the page.
A quick survey suggests my experience is rather typical, how this hostile atmosphere begins when girls are still children, continues with everyday misogyny, and proceeds when the weaponized penis enters the workplace.
The U.S. holds five percent of the world’s population yet nearly 25 percent of incarcerated people. Here are five books that tell their overlooked stories.
Just as no man is an island, no beach is totally "owned" by someone. Even the famous stars in Malibu, with their yards fronting the beach, can't yell, "Get off my beach-lawn"—although they've tried. Yes, part of that beach belongs to you, Joan Q. Public.