Oliver

Why this collective, tacitly-understood expectation that grief for an animal should be brief and relatively tidy?

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The Day I Married a City

It was an unorthodox ceremony to be sure, peculiar and solemn as the girl I was then. I loved New Orleans the way you love a person: passionately, even obsessively. I wanted to gather New Orleans into my arms and kiss her.

In Which I Meditate Upon Trees and Grasp at Hopefulness in Spite of the Impending Election and My Own Personal Problems

Yesterday my husband and I planted a tree. It seemed like a hopeful thing to do in these uncertain and disheartening times. I felt all spiritual about it, I won’t lie. I am a person who hugs trees. I’ve hugged them on hiking trails and in my own backyard. As a human, there’s little else … Continue reading In Which I Meditate Upon Trees and Grasp at Hopefulness in Spite of the Impending Election and My Own Personal Problems

Our Name is Legion: Or, Sympathy for the Devil

It’s natural—perhaps even biologically sound—to shun the afflicted. In this way, we're no different than other animals who practice this form of social hygiene. We fear infection from illness, and the disruption that comes with psychological instabilities. Our limited reserves of personal energy -- our limited time -- is precious. Moreover, we balk at hopelessness. … Continue reading Our Name is Legion: Or, Sympathy for the Devil