There’s a story I like to tell about how I became Jewish: When my parents met in Yellowstone National Park in their early twenties, my father had appeared to my mother as a long-haired, guitar-playing hippie. When they divorced a half decade or so later, it was in large part because he had revealed himself… Read more: Identity Politics

When I arrive at the clay studio where I have recently become a member, I gravitate toward one particular wheel: in a corner, where I can sit with my back against the wall, like a mob boss. I suppose it makes me anxious to imagine other potters looking over my shoulder at the messy, misshapen… Read more: Off Center

A little less than seven years ago, I spent my final day as a fully autonomous individual. Unbeknownst to me, New Year’s Eve 2018 was the last day I would exist as a creature whose body works only to keep herself alive. The following morning, I hosted a brunch and undertook a plan to stop… Read more: Autonomous System