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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

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

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 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

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