UVA Cemetery Tour

I’ve been taking daily walks through the University of Virginia Cemetery to get some fresh air during quarantine, and the official walking tour leaves a lot to be desired. You can imagine: the cemetery itself is a lot of illustrious male professors and male librarians and male soldiers next to graves marked “wife of.” I thoughtContinue reading “UVA Cemetery Tour”

Cartas de América #8: in which even my Latin America newsletter is about Virginia

I didn’t want to take a deep dive into history or current events this time. I just wanted to celebrate that little corner of América today. RFK Stadium when Jaime Moreno was everybody’s hero. The Wafle Shop spelled just like that. Four Mile Run where you don’t need a goddamn permit to play soccer. BilingualContinue reading “Cartas de América #8: in which even my Latin America newsletter is about Virginia”

bias-motivated incidents

I often say I am weirdly fond of cemeteries, but I don’t feel weird about it. It’s just the sort of thing I feel I am supposed to say in order not to weird people out. I do like them, though. They are full of story and peace. I like what they tell you aboutContinue reading “bias-motivated incidents”

not in temples made with hands

I don’t remember how old I was or the context or who was with me or why we drove two hours west into the inverted sky, but the first time I saw Luray Caverns I knew there were things I’d never understand. There’s a psalm for how I felt and a diagnosis too. It wasn’tContinue reading “not in temples made with hands”