Opinion

By Amanda Knox

I was twelve years old, still a kid, still being driven around by my mom to soccer practice. She had picked me up from the field that was thirty minutes away from our house, which meant a whole hour of her day was devoted…MORE

This week I found myself in a state of agitated pause. I had hurt my friend’s feelings, and my friend had hurt mine. What had taken place—a disagreement—had been mangled by something else—a misunderstanding. In the moment, we hadn’t been clear-…MORE

By Marjorie Young

When my career as a psychic began years ago, I always presumed I would limit myself to in-person readings, believing it necessary to come face-to-face with clients to properly ‘tune in’ to them. Though I frequently…MORE

By Amanda Knox

Shit happens. An illness. An earthquake. The mechanics of the cosmos aligned in such a way that produced not only my existence, but also everything—good, bad, and between—that happens to me.

I have no choice but to…MORE

By Amanda Knox

My sister Deanna observes that Oma and I answer the phone with the same drawn-out and sing-song-y, “Hallooo!” We entertain ourselves in similar ways, dancing whether we have a partner or not, singing aloud whether we know…MORE

Some years ago (my kids figure it was the 1930’s) I hosted a morning radio show. It required getting up very early, driving downtown in the darkest hours of the night---and then pretending to be wide awake and chipper. In truth, most mornings, I…MORE

By Amanda Knox

My sister Deanna observes that Oma and I answer the phone with the same drawn-out and sing-song-y, “Hallooo!” We entertain ourselves in similar ways, dancing whether we have a partner or not, singing aloud whether we know…MORE

By Amanda Knox Reality is better, certainly. At the end of the day, reality is what’s left when all enhanced realities are put away. It used to be easier to tell the difference—art, film, music, playstations—all of these enhanced realities were…MORE

By Amanda Knox

Oasis. The word conjures sunlight, water, trees, the sensation of sinking into soft, white sand. Relief. Delight. I think of weightlessness, of the release of strain that comes not from the relief of burdens, but from their…MORE

By Amanda Knox

I don’t know how old I was exactly, but I was as old as you are when you stand eye-level with the kitchen counter. All the neighborhood kids were gathered in my backyard and we were playing pretend. In this game, I was a cat…MORE