From D.W.: Apologies for being a bit late with this week's Remix. It's been a busy week for me, and I'm working on a big project for this site that will rollout with the beginning of lent. So stay tuned for that. Relatedly,
From D.W.: One of my goals for this site is to make it feel as relevant as possible to our current times, using Rachel's writing from the past. Sometimes that's easy to do (we still have a lot of school shootings...). Other times it'
From D.W.: This is a post about ghosts, after a fashion. Not the kind of ghosts that linger earthbound in delusory form after their bodies have passed. Though it's not NOT about that entirely. No, this is a post about the ways the past and present intersect
From D.W.: A couple of weeks ago I promised that I would show you my favorite photo of her and I. This is it. It's my favorite for obvious reasons. It's sweet enough to give you a cavity. The look on her face tells you
From D.W.: There's been only one time since Rachel dies that unspeakable thought of "I'm glad she's gone" flashed like lightning through my brain. On the night of November 5th, 2024 I was in a hotel room in Missoula, Montana watching
From D.W.: This is, I'm pretty sure, the very first picture ever taken of Rachel and me. It was taken by our dear friend, Jackie Eich, on May 19, 2012, at a roller derby in Houston about a month into our dating relationship. A black and white
From D.W.: It's the end of the year 2025. The first calendar year passed without Rachel in it. The first year since we met that contains no new memories of her, and it has me thinking about change and transformation. About the ways that we create narratives
From D.W.: For the final Christmas quick-hit (and I hope you've enjoyed them) a little bit about the true meaning of Christmas... gifts. Long Valley Lane. June 17th. 2008. gifting... Imagine if you’d kept every gift you ever made or bought for someone. Imagine if
Long Valley Lane. November 5th. 2010 just hear those sleigh bells... Well, as the words to my favorite secular holiday song go, "And so this is Christmas…and what have you done?" Are you ready? Are you freaking out? Are you whining? When I go visit my brother
Long Valley Lane. December 17th. 2005. merry christmas, happy hannukah. why yes, that IS a snotcicle hanging from my nose... this is ridiculous. for the third christmas season in a row, i am monumentally sick. cedar fever is kicking my ass as we speak. in fact, my doc stopped just
From D.W.: Four days ago the United States House of Representatives, against all the recommendations and evidence to the contrary, decided that transgendered children were better left to their own devices than receiving the kindness and care from physicians that can actually improve and, in many cases, save their
From D.W.: On April 28th, 1996 in Port Arthur, Australia, a man named Martin Bryant killed two people who bought a property that he thought should have gone to his father. By the end of the day, 35 people were killed and 23 others were wounded by Martin and