The Uber arrives, you slide into the backseat, mumble a greeting, and stare at your phone. Transaction complete. Except for the driver, those minutes are

There’s a particular cruelty to living in a society that judges your worth by your consumption but doesn’t pay you enough to consume convincingly. So

In the Target parking lot, between buying toilet paper and picking up prescriptions, I’d sit in my Honda and sob. The car had become my

My father holds his phone like it might explode, arm extended, squinting through his reading glasses as his index finger hovers over the keyboard like

“So, do you actually make money from that?” My aunt’s voice lilted upward, sweet as the pecan pie she was serving, sharp as the knife

I was at a dinner party last month when a woman I’d just met interrupted my story about a recent trip to tell me about