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How I Survived...

On friendship, touch, longing, sex, and the sacred strangeness of being close

Re-Enchanting Daily Life Without Becoming Anti-Modern.

There’s a kind of silence in Southern Ohio that feels holy if you know how to listen. Not the silence of absence… Of presence. Of memory. Why Ohio has a reputation for being strange...

A White Trash Testament to Growing Up in My Hometown. Chillicothe was the first and third capital of Ohio. People used to come here with plans, with promise. Now they come to check on their dying relatives...