Monthly Archives: November 2020

The Ghost Ship fire happened a few years after I graduated from high school and moved away from San Francisco, having realized that, with the city being pressure-washed by capital the way that it was, living there was going to … Continue reading →

I read Moby Dick this summer, preparing to teach it this fall.  I was hungry for something consequential and thought my students might be, too. I craved content that was soulful, dense, dark. Longer than 280 characters. Chapter 42 (“The … Continue reading →