This Point until Tomorrow

The following project took on several iterations. The original idea was to interview kitchen workers. The back of the house – dishwashers, prep cooks, the line....

Requiem for a Squirrel

It’s winter 2009. The recession has sent its hungry tendrils into every economic crevice, including my husband’s and my freelance work in carpentry and writi...

The Making of a Man

I was raised in a household where dead game animals were on constant parade through the house. In they’d come with feathers, fins and fur. We’d strip them of th...

Forget Your Perfect Offering

On the eve of butchering day, I was in the kitchen of our one-room house on a hill. A single light burned. I scraped a blade against a stone, the sound slicing ...