

Pigeon Burial
Looking at the ground as I walked home from school, one of the last things I expected to see out of the corner of my eye was a large,...


A Story of Water
I lingered in my mother’s womb a week longer than I was supposed to, according to the medical professionals. In my culture, we frown...


Whittling Wood
It was during the first weeks of the COVID-19 crisis that I started whittling wood. I kept it simple—walking sticks. I loved walking; and...


Steam Amidst Smoke: Embracing Absurdity in Climate Chaos
There is a tightness in the chest, a congestion of phlegm and nightmares. The stock pot boils an inch of water around branches of lavender..


Riding the Red Line Train Downtown
“The Red Line Train to downtown Salt Lake will board in five minutes.” My hands shake as I keep them folded in my lap. I balance a rented...


Found in the Vacancy
Now that I am gone, living in New York City feels like a fever dream. I made my decision to leave Arizona with a coin toss, when my...


Exploration of Home and Beyond
I remember a family trip to Zion National Park, when I found myself repeatedly losing my footing, and then floating, unmoored in the...


Crises
I do not want to write about climate change right now – though I devote my life to understanding and fighting it. I am in arm’s reach of...


On Relinquishing Angst
I was born a city girl. Far more comfortable in road rage induced by bumper to bumper traffic than with a polite wave while passing on a...


Birding and Being Cool
I have a friend who likes birding. When he talks about birds he gets misty-eyed, and when he sees them in the wild he can’t help but say...