My latest piece follows a small-town widow as she travels across Wyoming to share the story of the state's most beloved cross-dresser: her deceased husband.

Accompanying her is the writer, a gay man, who curated her words into a play.

(Road trip!) washingtonpost.com/nation/2022/12… Along the way, they contemplate what it means to belong and survive, and how to live authentically in a cruel world. I'd be grateful if you gave it a read. washingtonpost.com/nation/2022/12…

Last night I came under an unrelenting series of attacks intended to tarnish my professional and personal reputation. The cause? Some tweets I sent calling for compassion within our workplace. Those attacks continued this morning. 1/6 In hopes of de-escalating, I temporarily deactivated my account, amid a barrage of online abuse directed by one person but carried out by an eager mob. The one-sided attacks continued even after I stopped engaging. I know the old adage: Hurt people hurt people. But what then? 2/6