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Whitewashing the Gallery: Trump’s Smithsonian Revisionism
On August 22, 2025, The Guardian ran Francine Prose’s surgical essay on President Trump’s newest culture-war bonfire: Smithsonian museums, and specifically his complaint that they focus “too much on how bad slavery was.” Imagine saying that in 2025, after four centuries of systemic exploitation, while standing on a marble floor your ancestors never had to
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The Hunger Games of Gaza: When Bureaucracy Outpaces Bread
On August 22, 2025, the United Nations confirmed what the world has been watching for months but refusing to name out loud: famine in Gaza City. Not “food insecurity.” Not “malnutrition.” Not “grave concern.” Famine. IPC Phase 5—the technical apocalypse of humanitarian metrics. The Famine Review Committee ticked the boxes: The tally: over 514,000 people
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How to Politely Erase History Without Mussing Your Hair: The Smithsonian vs. The Woke Exterminators
There’s a special kind of American irony in watching a White House that can’t stop talking about “cancel culture” spend its waning days trying to cancel the Smithsonian. Canceling a comedian’s Netflix special is authoritarianism, we’re told. But rewriting a museum plaque about Benjamin Franklin’s enslaved servants? That’s patriotism, baby. On August 20, 2025, Donald
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Sneak Peek: The First Chapter of Sleeping Fairy
Back in 2018, I drafted a retelling of Sleeping Beauty that was never really about castles or curses. It was about MySpace. It was about being twenty-one in the early 2000s—when dial-up whined through your bedroom wall, when your whole life could be demolished in a single public post, when “delete” wasn’t an option because
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Making Myself Little: A Queer Fairy Tale That Refuses to Shrink
Discover Making Myself Little today, and step into a reimagined fairy tale where a mer-prince doesn’t silence himself for love, but instead learns to breathe, belong, and remain whole. This story is part of my Faeries Tell series, where familiar tales get rewritten with honesty, tenderness, and unapologetic queerness. You can also explore more of
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My Books – The Song Beneath the Noise
An author’s catalog as orchestra: memoir’s drums, satire’s brass, thriller strings, romance woodwinds, speculative jazz—all carrying one refrain: survival, queerness, resilience. Explore the full lineup on the Amazon Author Page; binge via Kindle Unlimited, including a three-month trial. Different genres, same heartbeat: stories that outsing noise and insist on hope.
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The Dust in the Sunlight: Why I Stopped Waiting and Hit Publish
Thank you for being here—for reading to the bottom, for believing longform isn’t dead, for understanding that the dust in the sunlight is not failure but evidence. Evidence that we’ve been moving, living, changing the air. These books are my evidence. I hope one of them becomes yours.
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MAGA-fying the Museum: How to Curate History Without the History
Maybe one day, years from now, there will be an exhibit about this moment. It will feature press releases about “aggressive reviews,” news clippings about political interference, and maybe — if the curators are feeling bold — a case labeled “Democracy, in Decline.” Visitors will walk past it on their way to the dinosaur hall,…
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Jim Acosta Interviews AI-Generated Shooting Victim, and Journalism Finally Eats Its Own Soul
here’s a point at which “innovative” stops meaning forward-thinking and starts meaning we ran out of shame. We are well past that point. Journalism’s job is to speak to the living, hold the powerful accountable, and honor the dead with accuracy and dignity. This? This is puppeteering the dead for clicks, calling it progress, and…
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Rent Is Due, The Ball Is Tonight, and I’m Out of Clean Socks: Why Cinderfella: Glass Slipper Half-Full Exists
Read Cinderfella: Glass Slipper Half-Full • Visit my Amazon author page If you’ve ever tried to hold your life together with bus transfers, group chats, and a borrowed suit that smells like ambition—hi. That’s where Cinderfella lives. It’s a Cinderella retelling for the rent-burdened, burnout-bruised, boundary-building crowd: magic that shows up late, refuses to do