Opinion

By Amanda Knox In middle school I was instructed on how to construct a physical timeline of my life so far using beads, shells, trinkets, and yarn. On one end of a single line of yarn I knotted a great, glassy, purple bead that represented my…MORE

By Amanda Knox

In middle school I was instructed on how to construct a physical timeline of my life so far using beads, shells, trinkets, and yarn. On one end of a single line of yarn I knotted a great, glassy, purple bead that represented…MORE

By Amanda Knox

A memory can be visceral. It can feel heavy, like the lead capes dentists drape over you when they’re taking X-rays. It can make your tongue feel thick and pasty, like you could choke on it. It can make your neck feel…MORE

So as you’d have it, I recently turned 30.

Of course, with such a development, there were consequences: the all-night carousing has less appeal, the eyes have narrowed slightly, lines are appearing stubbornly in the my brow, my body is…MORE

By Amanda Knox

A memory can be visceral. It can feel heavy, like the lead capes dentists drape over you when they’re taking X-rays. It can make your tongue feel thick and pasty, like you could choke on it. It can make your neck feel…MORE

By Amanda Knox

By the end of our four-day trip to Detroit, Chris, Gavin and I were silly giddy. It was that state of exhaustion when you really should go to bed but instead linger a little longer. It was not enough sleep, sensory overload…MORE

By Marjorie Young

I have gone through life encumbered with a rather curious condition; the inability to recognize people I know. I never thought to reveal this to anyone; it just seemed another weird ‘foible’ I am called upon to deal with……MORE

Watching the rise of Donald Trump it seems to be such a natural confluence of human tendencies, and changes in the media.

From the earliest times of the town crier alerting people to events to the instagram image people have been drawn to…MORE

By Amanda Knox

Maybe it’s the Peter Pan production I saw recently, the image of the lost boys clapping Tinkerbell back to life. Or maybe it’s the almost-Spring weather, the sky like an infant’s face, sometimes fresh and cheerful and bright…MORE

By Amanda Knox

It had been a while since I visited Discovery Park. Years? It was one of those first days of Spring, when for the first time in a long time I was wearing too many layers of clothes. I walked down curving, narrow channels of…MORE