No Room for Beige Tears
That discomfort you feel is the beginning of decentering your whiteness, decentering your privilege to move from judgement to empathy...
White on White
White Americans, we have to lose the starry-eyed reverence for our intrepid colonizing ancestors...
That Thing with Feathers: Hope and Literature in a Time of Upheaval
Extend your hand over the chasm and offer it to those willing to cross, but don’t move an inch in the other direction...
That Thing with Feathers: Hope and Literature in a Time of Pandemic
Particle physics suggests that every time we’re faced with a decision, even the most trivial, the self divides and proceeds into both...
In the midst of all this, the birds carry on
Writing from Colorado’s front range at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, THP author Kayann Short must re-envision what “community”...
That Thing with Feathers: Hope and Literature in a Time of Pandemic
The deer, fox, stars, mountains, water, and my ancestors have reassured me we will come through this moment as though it was a dream...
That Thing with Feathers: Hope and Literature in a Time of Pandemic
Back in Amsterdam, my son wondered if he might be the Netherlands’ patient zero...
That Thing with Feathers: Hope and Literature in a Time of Pandemic
I’m talking about sweet, swift, slow, adazzle, dim mortality...
That Thing with Feathers: Hope and Literature in a Time of Pandemic
She could dwell on we, and that was something. We who live in this house. We the pheasants and the owls...
That Thing with Feathers: Hope and Literature in a Time of Pandemic
Most of us write in order to change something. An opinion. A heart. A mistaken view of the world. We hope, big time...