Last weekend, I returned to New York for the first time in one year and nine months--the first time since moving back to the West Coast. I knew that because of the baggage I left behind and the loss I had experienced there that I needed a solid reason for my first return trip. That… Continue reading New York was a Dream, a Memory, and a Haunting
Author: Kait
Writing is Religion
Ever since this past winter when I read Camus's The Myth of Sisyphus, I've been thinking a lot about absurdism. In his book, Camus argues that life is meaningless, there is no god, etc. Once a person leaves religion and is left with this hopelessness, the question Camus poses is: should a person kill herself in… Continue reading Writing is Religion
Glossophobia
Last October, the Literary Happy Hour reading series tasked me with presenting a piece on the subject of fear. I read a short story about marriage—to be fair, that’s a real fear of mine. What I was working on was this essay about a woman’s fear of not speaking up, now up on Vol. 1… Continue reading Glossophobia
When Remembering is an Object
This past Saturday marked the four-year anniversary of my brother's sudden death. I dedicated the morning to remembrance, honoring my brother the best way I knew how: reading Raymond Carver's "Where I'm Calling From" and listening to "Idaho" by Down Like Silver. I spent the evening with my sister, and in between watching 90s feel… Continue reading When Remembering is an Object
What is PNW Lit? A Redux
I traveled to Portland on Friday to host a Joyland PNW reading at the Portland Lit Crawl. This was my second Lit Crawl event this fall and second time hosting on behalf of Joyland PNW. As host, I wanted to address the question I'm asking as I read submissions to this region's section in Joyland.… Continue reading What is PNW Lit? A Redux
