All in In Words

Nia Wilson

I first read about Nia Wilson on a Tuesday night in an Instagram post. This is why we are saying her name: On Sunday night, July 22, she was riding the BART train with her sisters in San Francisco. They got off to switch trains, and while they were on the platform, a man came up to her and her sister, Lahtifa, and stabbed both of them in the neck. Lahtifa was injured but survived; Nia died from her injuries. She was 19 years old.

Does free speech protect false speech?

It's become a part of my routine to listen to The Daily, a podcast produced by the New York Times and hosted by Michael Barbaro. They are shortish 20-30 minute pieces about what's going on in the country/world, mainly in politics, but sometimes they will do stand alone stories

A Quiet Place: Sound and silence

As I headed out to my car last night after the end credits rolled for A Quiet Place, I was hyperaware of the silence. I noticed every step I took, the slamming of my car door, the wind moving the bare branches. I got home and the door to my daughter's room creaked as I opened it to tuck her in before I went to bed—I died. I shuffled papers on the counter—I died. 

The bathroom reader

It was a normal Sunday in October. The 22nd, to be exact. It was gorgeous out, which is to be expected in October. It's the month of perfect weather. I know adults shouldn't have favorite colors and months and numbers, but mine are as follows: green, 8, October. Evelyn and I both share green and, true to stereotype, Sophie loves pink and Theo's favorite hue is blue…