Masks: Past. Present. Pandemic.

Masks: Past. Present. Pandemic.

I am intrigued by masks. I collect masks. I’ve hung masks in rooms throughout my home. Half masks. Full face masks. Quirky and mysterious and joyous masks. My captivation was born in my love of theater. At age thirteen, I decided to be an actress and adopted the...
What First Made You Cringe at the World?

What First Made You Cringe at the World?

IT BEGAN WITH WATCHING A VIDEO OF MOB JUSTICE ONE MONDAY AFTERNOON in October 2012. Later, I would come to discover how paranoid this video made me, and how skeptical I became about the Nigeria Police Force. I was sixteen when I watched this video in class, and now...
Notes of a Masked Son

Notes of a Masked Son

I THE IDEA FOR MY TEN-MINUTE SESSION COMES TO ME SOON AFTER I RESPOND to Candace Hunter’s call for participants. She asks friends—fellow artists, collectors, and other supporters—to sit across from her in silence on her house’s front lawn on a Sunday afternoon, the...
Nine Winds (i am only ever writing about love)

Nine Winds (i am only ever writing about love)

I. Pandemic IT IS THE FIRST WEEK OF MARCH WHEN WE CROSS THE BORDER INTO MEXICO, continuing the long drive from the temperate rainforest of the Pacific Northwest and head down the California coast, where the land is roughened into arid boulders. We are now cruising the...
What We Hear from our Neighbors

What We Hear from our Neighbors

 Michael and Sara supervised their neighbor once from their living room window as he cut down a hundred-foot tree alone. Both the maples and the neighbors in that part of Vermont come in one size. Double-XL for the trees. Extra-small talk for the neighbors.  “That...
How Can Black People Go Camping at a Time Like This?

How Can Black People Go Camping at a Time Like This?

LIKE A BEACHED WHALE, THE REFRIGERATION CONTAINER RESTS ON LOWRY Avenue behind North Memorial Health, a trauma hospital in Robbinsdale, Minnesota. It’s been there since March. Either whitewashed or dulled by time, the hand lettering on its side reads, Frank’s...