Baby Carriers and the So-called Caravan
What’s killing me the most is the photos: not just bodies crammed onto bridges or flatbeds trucks, or sprawled along the roadside with nothing more than…
Do I Look Like a Baby Killer?
This morning I went to Planned Parenthood. I go every three months to pick up my birth control pills and again in August just before my…
First Communion: A Holy Headache
It’s Holy Communion season in South Philadelphia. This means that in addition to the usual births and deaths memorialized in the South Philly Review, the paper…
Running the Gauntlet
I’m working on a new project. It’s called “How to Avoid Customers While Walking to the Break Room” and before you ask, this is harder than…
Corporate Comes to Call
At exactly 11:13am on Thursday morning, The Shop’s corporate cavalcade rolled into the parking lot. “The mother ship has landed!” I hissed into my headset. As…
Kat Echevarría Richter 