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The Depth of Simplicity in Beyond Where Words Can Go

May 9, 2026 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

A novel in sonnets would not normally be my first pick for anything. It’s an interesting idea but I’m not versed enough in the form to fully appreciate it and I’d worry that the effort to conform would be too great to really let a story sing. But something about the press release for Beyond Where Words Can Go by Richard Smith called to me and I’m delighted to say the book showed me how wrong I could be. The themes of the book also helped me think more deeply about some topics that are forever on my mind: serenity, sensuality, and schism.

Serenity and Slowing Down

A monastery is, of course, a natural setting to seek serenity and a slower pace of life. Smith’s beautiful descriptions of the lives of monks in 16th century England gave me a model to strive for as I’m remaking my own life and (literally) planting our garden anew for the next season. Depictions of monastic life aren’t new to my library, but there’s something about the spareness of the form and space constraints Smith was working with that let air into the work in a way that The Name of the Rose could not. And I found peace in the ordered life, much in the way I’ve found peace in Pico Iyer’s Aflame, and the freedom to open my mind.

…”Grace can only dawn
upon our hearts, our minds, our souls when we
immerse ourselves in God’s simplicity.”
– Richard Smith, Beyond Where Words Can Go

Sensuality versus Viscerality

Of course one of the things that opens up when you slow down is attention, specifically attention to the body. Smith actually starts the novel there:

The first thing that I notice is your hands:
big knobby knuckles, long thick fingers made
for work but spared so far—unscarred, untanned,
as if some dream-fogged toolsmith carved a spade
of ivory…
– Richard Smith, Beyond Where Words Can Go

Not having read the book’s description too deeply (lest I spoil it for myself), this careful attention spoke so loud of love that I immediately wondered about what would come later, carnal love (including gay love) not being usually welcome in a monastery. The withholding of the text, though, mirrors the withholding Simon (the narrator) must go through as he finds desire in a place and person incompatible with his chosen life, and we are immediately switched into the history of how Simon got to the monastery. But the feeling of sensuality lingers as Smith attends to all of our senses and Simon continues to long for Philip. The way Smith ends the book with a bookend image (that you’ll have to read yourself) is especially poignant.

The sweetness of all of this is darkly contrasted with visceral descriptions of the lives of the saints (“Bodies splayed / out on an icy pond until they froze. / Eyes filled with molten lead”) and the acts of the Tudor king against those he’d newly declared heretic (“The hangman slit him open, groin to chest, / and reached inside to sift through what was there.”). Thankfully, these moments are few in the book, but their rareness makes them ring all the louder (and more effectively).

Schism

I’d wondered early on why this book was set when it was, but this is as carefully chosen as the rest of the book. The roiling tumult of a capricious king raises the stakes (sometimes literally, sorry) for the rest of the story and it forces Simon, Philip, and all the other monks we come to love to make choices between serenity and devotion. Henry VIII’s increasingly petulant and self-serving acts as he shifts from Catholicism to Protestantism mean nothing is stable, regardless of what choices are made, and it’s instructive to watch the characters try to weather the times just as it’s instructive to watch the characters’ coded speech.

I’d like to tell you more about this book, but mostly I want to leave the unfolding to you as a reader. If it calls to you (as it did to me), know that you will come out of this book with a wider perspective and (if you’re like me) a deeper resolve to commit to the life you were meant to lead. Mike, I think you especially will love this book.

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bell hooks and Kim Hyesoon on Transgression and Creation

April 1, 2026 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

Every day, in this strange new world of unprovoked wars and a hyper-corporatization of everything, my husband and I are trying to find ways to live a life that feels meaningful, authentic, and sustainable. This week I found solace and solidarity in the essays and art criticism of Art on My Mind by bell hooks and the strange assortment of blog posts that make up Lady No by Kim Hyesoon.

Art on My Mind by bell hooks

“Learning to see and appreciate the presence of beauty is an act of resistance in a culture of domination that recognizes the production of a pervasive feeling of lack, both material and spiritual, as a useful colonizing strategy. Individuals who feel constant lack will consume more, will submit more readily.” – bell hooks, Art on My Mind

Given that I first learned of bell hooks at my hippie grad school where we all read Teaching to Transgress, it’s odd that this is the book I most quoted on LinkedIn this week. Odd, except that there’s something about Art on My Mind that spoke so deeply to the creative maker in me that I wanted to share the balm of her words in that awful den of capitalism we feel compelled to show up at every day but that brings few of us any joy (or jobs, TBH).

“It occurred to me then that if one could make a people lose touch with their capacity to create, lose sight of their will and their power to make art, then the work of subjugation, of colonization is complete.” – bell hooks Art on My Mind

There are a lot of things to love about this book, and I learned a lot about Black artists I hadn’t encountered before (including Emma Amos, Romare Bearden, and Alison Saar) and about the racism, sexism, and classism of the art world (the book was originally published in 1995, but I’m willing to wager not enough has changed).

“Anyone involved in the grant-receiving, grant-giving process… can see it is often individuals, irrespective of race or gender, from privileged backgrounds… who are best able to utilize existing funding agencies.” – bell hooks, Art on My Mind

What I appreciate most, though, is how layered hooks’ thought process is. For example, when she discusses the “place of the visual in Black life” in the titular essay, she talks about the lack of representation of Black artists in the art world, but she also digs into how the way Black people have been portrayed in art over time presents an inherent conflict between art being “necessarily a terrain of defamiliarization” and early Black audiences who “were wanting art to be solely a vehicle for displaying the race at its best.” When she writes about “the visual as an experience that can convert and serve as a catalyst for transformation,” I found myself longing for an updated version of this essay that touches on where we are now and where we might dream of going next, although quotes like this are still far too current:

“Transforming ways of seeing means that we learn to see race—thereby no longer acting in complicity with a white-supremacist aesthetic that would have us believe issues of color and race have no place in artistic practices—without privileging it as the only relevant category of analysis.” – bell hooks, Art on My Mind

She applies the same nuance to discussions of cultural appropriation and artists for whom “no critical framework existed to theoretically validate and illuminate the significance” of. Other topics of interest are the choices an artist makes (important in an age of AI), hedonistic consumerism, intuition vs. intellect, the dynamics of competitiveness in art, and “art as the practice of freedom.” Basically this book is a (still too valid) primer for how to think more deeply about the forces that are trying to separate us from our art, and with that our humanity.

“I’m doing exactly what I always wanted to do, and that’s what keeps me going. As an eight-year-old, that’s what I wanted. Now I’ve got what I wanted.” – Emma Amos in Art on My Mind by bell hooks

There’s a celebration in that statement and also a bite, so it seems fitting that I literally bled on this book (I’m okay). For now I’m fighting the good fight by trying to learn from hooks’ commitment to living simply to sustain her own art.

“The task of setting free one’s gift was a recognized labor in the ancient world.” – Lewis Hyde

Lady No by Kim Hyesoon

“To write poetry is to place something that is nothing in the middle of spokes, spinning the machine of oblivion at full speed. Against the judgment of usefulness, it is utterly useless, spinning the absences that can’t even be used as ingredients of a story.” – from “Oh, Honest Poem!” by Kim Hyesoon, Lady No

In a very different vein, I also found inspiration in the forthcoming Lady No, a collection of blog posts by Korean poet Kim Hyesoon that originally appeared anonymously on a Korean publisher’s website in 2014. The posts themselves are eclectic, often taking place in a country called Aerok (Korea spelled backwards if you are also sleep-deprived). Some are stories and some poems. Most are uncategorizable, and it took awhile for my brain to open to what Kim was creating by writing them. Translator Jack Saebyok Jung writes of working at “preserving Kim’s fierce strangeness,” which I gradually learned to appreciate. I’m still unpacking the layers of the work, but she touches on topics including loneliness, motherhood, and authoritarianism— you know, my usual trifecta.

“Is there any metaphor in this country now.

Perhaps if we are forgiven
Perhaps if every poem in this world is forgiven.”
– from “Metaphor Ban” by Kim Hyesoon, Lady No

One of the things this book made me think about is audience. There were whole sections of pieces that I could not initially relate to because I didn’t have the right life experience to unlock them. Others, like “By the River Ouse” spoke to me because I did have the necessary keys to understand this was about the suicide of Virginia Woolf. When writing (or creating any art), there’s always a moment where you must choose to consider an audience (or not) and at what level you want to communicate with them. While I did feel outside some of the work, when I finally worked myself inside, I felt like I had passed some test and achieved complicity with the writer.

One recurring theme in the pieces in Lady No is the literary world itself. From translations to literary festivals, I enjoyed learning from Kim’s perspective on these as she is both more accomplished than I and coming from a completely different culture. Yet I learned from the way she questioned the rigidity of the canon, the narrow slices we view artists through, the capitalist insistence on branding even our creative selves, and how she posits that each poem demands the creation of a new worldview.

“Once you name a poet a woman poet, then manly poetry becomes the standard, and womanly poetry becomes its provincial other.” – from “Witch-Type Poet” by Kim Hyesoon, Lady No

This book is still unfolding for me, but one thing it has me thinking is about how being open to the world and to new ideas is itself a wonderful transgression right now. I hope that you will reach for something that challenges you today—as an act of resistance if nothing else.

“When the ground is shaking under one’s feet, fundamentalist identity politics can offer a sense of stability.” – bell hooks Art on My Mind

If you are interested in broadening your world with either of these books, order a copy of Art on My Mind or pre-order Lady No from Bookshop.org. Your purchase keeps indie bookstores in business and I receive a commission.

Writing from the Margins in No Friend to This House

February 28, 2026 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

I grew up aspiring to a “classical education” where I would read all the tomes of great thinkers from the Greek poets to the French Enlightenment, in their original languages of course. I didn’t achieve this (not only because I failed at teaching myself Latin) and my ambitions have changed. To be clear, I think versing yourself in these books is a wonderful way to exercise your mind and engage in western traditions. But as I grew and came to see what was missing from those stories—me. It’s been reported that only 0.5% of history is about women’s stories, which is why I’m loving the more contemporary retellings of classic stories from the point of view of women in books like I Am Cleopatra, Fates and Furies, and She Never Told Me About the Ocean. Medea is hardly an ignored character in literature, but the upcoming publication of No Friend to This House by Natalie Haynes coincides perfectly with my hunger to learn more about the past without feeling erased by it.

From One Voice to Many

I’m well acquainted with the choral narration of some Greek stories—it’s actually something I’m using in Naked Driving to the Witches’ Graveyard, the book I’m finishing up right now—but telling Medea’s story from within an anonymous mass of voices would defeat the point. Instead, she provides myriad individual voices in No Friend to This House. The story is almost entirely told from the alternating points of view of women, including Alcimede, Aphrodite, Hypsiple, Hera, Glauke, and, of course, Medea.

What this means is that we see the events of the book almost entirely through the eyes of these women. Which is a switch, for sure. We see the power of the goddesses in lines like, “The men’s impossible quest would become possible once they had Artemis’ advice.”

We also see how live continued outside the heroic quests: “So the women did as they always did when their menfolk were away: tended to their homes, their children, their livestock, and tried not to think about the spears and arrows of the Thracians piercing their beloved flesh.” We see possibilities where the women cope so well that the men might not be welcome home at all if they misbehave, as is the case with the Lemnians. And we are inside the conspiracy between these wronged women and the Thracian slave women their husbands tried to replace them with.

The Power of Perspective

Most of these are told in third person, but some (including Kleite, Erato, Chalciope, and Medea) burst into the narrative with a first person perspective. This is sometimes jarring, but it allows for characters like Kleite to speak for themselves for once.

“Did you just try to miss out on my part of the story? Why? No, don’t tell me, I already know the answer. It’s because no one remembers my name. That’s right, I’m just glossed over every time.” Kleite, No Friend to This House by Natalie Haynes

I appreciated the sentiments of these interjections, but the forcefulness of the shift sometimes made them feel like they were serving the conceit of the book more than the narrative itself (even if I was glad to have the stories they contained). There are others, though, where this intimacy with even minor characters offered a poignancy that would otherwise be missed, as in the testimony of Theophane mother of Chrysomallos (the sheep with the golden fleece):

“So they killed him, they cut his skin from his warm body, and they kept it as a trophy. No one thinks it matters because he was only an animal and they are nothing. And no one thinks I matter because I am nothing too. Just the mother of a miracle that men chose to see as a thing.” – Theophane, No Friend to This House by Natalie Haynes

It’s Medea’s narration where this first person perspective feels most essential. Because she doesn’t enter the book until the correct chronological place, it’s easy (especially if you’re as rusty on this story as I am) to forget how important she is.

“I’m aware that this is how I’ve been portrayed by many people. You will no doubt pride yourself on your independence of mind, and believe that the impressions you have of me, the conclusions you have reached about me are all your own. You are astute, observant, analytical. You couldn’t have your assumptions swayed by prejudice.” – Medea, No Friend to This House by Natalie Haynes

It’s not an understatement to say that this direct access to Medea’s thoughts are critical to the success of the book.

Feminism Writ Large

Unpacking and challenging old ideas is difficult. They are deeply ingrained and also so many people are at so many different stages of learning. This is what made Lessons in Chemistry appeal to so many women of my mother’s generation and yet appear quaint to women of mine. This means that some of the lines ring very true to me and what I’ve seen women experience, like this from Medea near the end of the book:

“I needed to be clever but not too clever, to fit in but not too well, to be popular but not more than him, to be Greek but never Greek enough, to be his wife but still out of reach. I believed I could change and adapt sufficiently to hold him, and it never occurred to me that this would not—could not—be enough.” – Medea, No Friend to This House by Natalie Haynes

And others, as when the Peliades describe Medea as “sweet as honey dripping from the comb…None of us could believe it, when we found out who she was and what she’d done,” that set up an enmity between the women that made me uncomfortable. This enmity makes a certain sense given the cultural divisions, but there was also a current of androcentric jealousy that I wish we could move beyond.

All of this to say that I enjoyed the story of this book and the way it made me think.

If you are interested in exploring Greek myths from a gynocentric angle pre-order a copy of No Friend to This House from Bookshop.org before it’s released on March 10. Your purchase keeps indie bookstores in business and I receive a commission.

Tyranny and Narrative Timelines in Heir, Stones from the River, and Homegoing

February 21, 2026 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

It’s no accident my reading centers around tyranny lately. Reading is how I understand the world, and there’s a lot to try and understand. This is no accident, either, as artists of all kinds process through the creation of their work: see this interview with Tony Gilroy about making Andor. Three books have stood out in my reading so far this year. Each has something different to teach about tyranny, and each uses a different type of narrative timeline to do so, so I had to share them with you.

Narrowing Options in Heir by Sabaa Tahir

I just realized I’ve never written here about An Ember in the Ashes or All My Rage, two projects that cemented Sabaa Tahir as one of my favorite living authors. Heir sits beside the Ember tetralogy, continuing the rich world in which deeply imagined characters fight across kingdoms that could easily be modern countries. The political strife is exacting and yet the fierceness with which Tahir imagines the humanity that cuts across it all makes these books both deeply engaging and must-reads for right now. I haven’t done a good job of explaining any of them because I don’t want to spoil the unfolding, but one person who read these books described them to me as “The first thing I’ve read in a very long time that made me care about the characters.” They are fast-paced and you can read them for pleasure, but they are also exquisitely crafted…

What flipped my writer brain on while reading Heir was a timeline shift about halfway through. The book is told in alternating points of view between Aiz, Sirsha, and Quil—characters from different backgrounds and different lands whose narratives intersect in explosive ways. I assumed as I was reading that the timelines were concurrent. I think we are meant to assume this, because the narrative is driving so hard forward and we are pulled into that momentum.

So it’s a shock when it’s revealed that one of these narrators (I won’t tell you who) is actually speaking from a past timeline. What this did for me as a reader was immediately start to explore the limits for that character’s storyline. They became backstory for the other two characters and I mourned for the futures I’d imagined for that character. What had once been an infinite sea of options now felt truncated, hemmed in. Like the walls of fate had closed in.

What this did for me as a writer is remind me that we all come to books with assumptions about what is normal. Things we expect and hope for unless we are told otherwise. Many of these are pretty human assumptions and can be assigned to most readers: the action moves forward, we want good things for the characters we are told are good, etc. By carefully playing with these expectations, we can build friction and power in our stories. We can create the unexpected.

Don’t worry, Tahir is an artful writer, and the way she works out of the limitations I then assumed for her character are magic and also feel inherently like part of the world she has created.

There are lessons to be learned here for life, too, where we are can subvert expectations. Step outside of the roles we are being assigned. Stand up when it is assumed we’ll be cowed.

Revealing Our Roles in Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi

Speaking of roles and expectations, Ursula Hegi’s Stones from the River feels like a documentary of a small town in Germany starting near the end of World War I through the end of World War II. It’s filled with an entire town of characters who play against each other in the way that we do with our neighbors. Everyday things happen as the country’s descent into fascism plays out in the background. In fact, the first time I tried to read this book I found it so quotidian I had to put it down. This time I realized quotidian is the point.

The quote that circulates during every cultural moment where we have the chance to move forward or backward is something like “What you are doing now is what you would have done in Nazi Germany.” This book allows the reader to see what actions a myriad of people take and why. It demonstrates the aftermath.

The timeline plods forward mercilessly forward as people report their neighbors. They cuddle up to power to get a little for themselves. They leave the country. They stay. They help their neighbors openly. They help their neighbors clandestinely. They are arrested. They are released. They are disappeared. They lose their minds. They move forward as though nothing has changed.

I had the chance to talk with someone I love this week about this book and our now. It can feel so difficult to know how to make a difference, but I urge you, if you feel like what is happening is wrong, to do something to change it. Even if you simply start by saying, “This is not okay.” Then keep doing more until you’ve realized how strong you can be.

Stones from the River feels like a personal excavation for an author who was born in Germany after the war, but you have the chance to make a different narrative now. It can feel dangerous, but if you are doing nothing, then what exactly are you preserving?

Documenting the Atrocities in Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi

On the subject of atrocities that go on too long, Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi is the most effective history of slavery I’ve ever read. This novel begins with the story of two half sisters born in Ghana in the eighteenth century. Through the parallel tracks for their descendants, Gyasi shares vignettes from each generation that highlight moments of cultural import. We experience the trajectories of colonialism in Ghana and slavery and racism in the U.S. Ghanaians wrestle with colonizers and tribal strife, people are enslaved, escape, get kidnapped, and work in indentured servitude. Families endure and are severed.

This could feel like a history tome where important moments are thrown at a narrative. But because Gyasi so beautifully inhabits each of the characters and moments, we feel the deepest pain and highest joy along with the characters. She is able to document some of the worst of our history while also keeping the book focused at a human level, which makes it all the more effective.

From a craft standpoint, the fractured timelines of the vignettes allows the reader to feel the disjointedness of the family histories. We see how these stories relate and we have (some of) the cultural context to see where it started and how it’s going, but there are characters here who will never know their family histories and, fresh back from a family reunion where every story has three wonderfully different angles, I ached at the gaps that creates in a person’s understanding of themselves and their culture.

This book is very much in the zeitgeist around me, and I feel like I am late to read it. If you haven’t yet, it’s time.

If any of these books piqued your interest, order Heir, Stones from the River, or Homegoing from Bookshop.org. If you use that link to purchase anything, you’re keeping indie bookstores in business and I receive a commission.

The Books I’m Carrying into 2026

January 1, 2026 by Isla McKetta, MFA Leave a Comment

New Year, new me, right? Except that reading is the fundamental way I relate to the world, so it’s always books, and in 2026 I’m working on unknotting some of the same obsessions as last year (and the year before, and, let’s be honest, always). Three books opened something for me in the past few weeks that I think will take me deeper and more meaningfully into understanding and living the life I want to live: One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This by Omar El Akkad, Skeleton Crew by Stephen King, and The Myth of Freedom and the Way of Meditation by Chögyam Trungpa. Let me tell you how this eclectic mix of books is helping me see (and how they might help you, too).

One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

I hadn’t thought about this book at all until I was at a National Book Awards watch party and I saw El Akkad’s gorgeous acceptance speech. My shelves are too full of the non-fiction books I am interested in but that often feel like blocks for me to overcome. But this book was so very worth buying and pushing to the top of the pile.

“Whose nonexistence is necessary to the self-conception of this place, and how uncontrollable is the rage whenever that nonexistence is violated?” – One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

The book is about Gaza, yes, and it is about everything. At the same time it is very simply about the fact that we are not living in the world we say we are living in. The book is beautifully human as he describes his family’s migration (something I always relate to), how colonialism positions the occupied as the aggressor, the delusions of capitalism, and the possibility of walking away.

I’ve been grappling with a lot of things in the past decade that this book helped clarify. From the unbearable pain and beauty that opened up inside me when I was pregnant and could see clearly (for a few years at least) that every single person I encountered was human to the day I looked at my face in the mirror of a house whose mortgage was being paid by the Saudi government to my dawning realization that the Democratic Party is more interested in gaining and retaining power than in helping its constituents (don’t get me started on the GOP).

This book can and should radicalize you.

“Every small act of resistance trains the muscle used to do it… One builds the muscle by walking away from the most minor things—trivial consumables, the cultural work of monsters, the myriad material fruits grown on stolen ground—and realizes in the doing of these things that there is a wide spectrum of negative resistance.” – One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

It is the book I most want to press into the hands of anyone I think will read it. It’s a fast read and it’s worth reading over and over and over until you see what it is you can do to change.

“What are you willing to give up to alleviate someone else’s suffering?” – One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

“Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut” in Skeleton Crew

Following a National Book Award-winning book about genocide with a Stephen King book might seem anathema, but Stephen King was an important part of my reading journey when I was a teen seeking to understand the darkness of the world. I don’t read a lot of Stephen King these days, but I’m still proud of how widely I read. More importantly, I found something new (or maybe so old I just forgot) in this book this week when my son asked me to read him what I’ve described as my favorite short story.

I first told him about “Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut” because I wanted him to see beyond the bounds of the world as it’s presented. I thought he’d be fascinated by the idea of looking for new and interesting ways to get somewhere in less distance. What I didn’t realize until actually re-reading the story this week for the first time in probably three decades, is how much more I love about this story.

First, King does an excellent job of capturing the speech and cultural patterns of two old men jawing on a porch in rural Maine as they reminisce about the first Mrs. Todd, before she disappeared in her little “go-devil.” There is love in these descriptions for a particular way of life and in how closely he observed them to render them so well.

“Fold the map and see how many miles it is then, Homer.” – Ophelia Todd in “Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut,” Skeleton Crew

Second, I still loved the way this story bends expectations of reality. How it pushes little by little into another view of the world entirely, one where you can get from Castle Lake to Bangor in fewer miles via car than as the crow flies. I’d forgotten about what happens on the dark roads, but the supernatural touches are beautifully gentle enough to put the full energy of the story on possibility.

“There was somethin wild that crep into her face, Dave—something wild and something free” – Homer in “Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut,” Skeleton Crew

Third, I had forgotten the way Homer describes Mrs. Todd. There is awe in the way her former handyman sees her that both appreciates the real wildness of her and isn’t possessive of her. I’m not sure how my teenage self read these words, but as a middle-aged woman, the idea that someone can be so extremely beautiful for being free to be just who she is (and that appreciation not being about the viewer at all) is astounding and welcome.

I haven’t read him “Nona” yet, my other favorite story from the book, and I’m saving my own re-read to discover it with him. Who knows what treasures I’ll find.

The Myth of Freedom and the Way of Meditation

I’ve been Buddhist-curious ever since my first non-western art history course as an undergrad. The professor showed us a scroll of hungry ghosts and described their constant striving and I knew I’d stumbled on something that explained more than I’d every been able to unravel. For Christmas this year my husband gave me The Myth of Freedom and I’ve been slowly chewing it over. It seems, after reading more about the six realms, that the human realm is more likely my major preoccupation these days than the gaki zōshi, but I’m appreciating this new lens to see the world through.

“If we can accept our imperfections as they are, quite ordinarily, then we can use them as part of the path.” – The Myth of Freedom

Primarily, I’m interested in the idea of sitting with what isn’t working rather than going around. There are a lot of things that aren’t working right now—personally as I try to figure out how to life a life that feels intentional and also feeds my family and globally as we all grapple with what kind of world we want to make. But I’m hoping to see it clearly and move forward into a better way, even if it’s just one step at a time. If there’s something you’re reading that’s bringing you comfort or spurring you to action, please inspire me by sharing it in the comments.

“Just as it has always been possible to look away, it is always possible to stop looking away.” – One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

If any of these books piqued your interest, order One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This, Skeleton Crew, or The Myth of Freedom from Bookshop.org. If you use that link to purchase anything, you’re keeping indie bookstores in business and I receive a commission.