I grew up in rural Virginia—the sort of rural where the roads lacked lines until recently and the bridge we required to circumvent a twenty-minute drive took nearly ten years to be replaced. In winter, our backroads were lousy with ice and ushered in snow days for the county. And when the ice hung thick … Continue reading Song of the South | A Requiem
Author: slyenz
Afghanistan | A Grammar of Regret
Afghanistan was my honeymoon. My husband and I moved our wedding forward when orders dropped for me to deploy, so I arrived a day before the 2010 elections. I had deployed to Iraq the previous year and spent the eve of my twenty-fifth birthday in the prone position during an indirect fire attack, certain death … Continue reading Afghanistan | A Grammar of Regret
My Terrible Roommate
It is 2020 and a Monday, the 2020iest of Mondays, and I find myself cross-eyed, sifting through pixels of data, wearing sodden socks of the most imposterish of thoughts. Like many of my fellow pandemic keyboard warriors, I was stuck in a Zoom call early this morning, but this particular call hosted professors and academics—people … Continue reading My Terrible Roommate
Not That You Asked 