As I write this, on a Friday afternoon in early August, the Phillies are losing 7-2 in Washington, and... more
As I write this, just past noon on the Fourth of July, the Phillies are losing to the Pirates 2-1 in the bottom of the... more
The Phillies recently came to Phoenix, the closest pro baseball city to me, for a four-game set on Mother’s... more
As I write this, nearly a month into the season, my beloved Phillies flounder in third place. Even that dubious... more
I’ve resolved this baseball season to watch every game played by my favorite team, the... more
"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."
FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!
Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.
