Samira Kawash

In 2016, Kaeley McEvoy was a student at New York’s Union Theological Seminary and a ministry intern at Judson Memorial Church in Washington Square. She hadn’t expected to get pregnant; a long-acting contraceptive implant was supposed to have prevented it. But the pink line on the plastic test . . . . Continue Reading »

Breastfeeding, along with its nutritional benefits, wages war against the instrumentalization of female reproductivity. Continue Reading »

Last fall, when I took my daughter to her college orientation, all new students had been issued ID lanyards, to which they were invited to affix pronoun stickers. To opt out would be ­conspicuous—and based on my observation, no one did. A week later, I too was subjected to the same demand. . . . . Continue Reading »

The familial, connective virtues of landlines live on in their wireless descendants.  Continue Reading »

The sun is here. It is the source of the energy that runs the trains, the energy that animates my flesh and that of all those around me, the energy that runs in a circuit connecting everything living, everything moving or changing or growing. Continue Reading »

The resurgent nationalisms of recent decades have been one response to the homogenizing impulses of globalization—but nation is not the solution to homelessness in Eugene Vodolazkin’s Brisbane. Continue Reading »

In the first, surreal weeks of the lockdowns of 2020, we all marveled at how COVID had hit at just the right time. Thanks to our Silicon Valley saviors, we had the perfect technologies to shift all “nonessential” activities and gatherings into virtual space. Zoom, which few of us had heard of in . . . . Continue Reading »