They Forgot to Invite Me to Christmas—So I Bought a Mountain. When They Came to Take It, the Deputy Was Already Waiting.

have been hammering. It wasn’t. It went steady as a metronome, that particular kind of calm that comes right before you do something that can’t be undone. My hands, warm around my coffee mug a moment before, turned ice cold. This wasn’t a misunderstanding or a miscommunication. This was annexation, colonization, the systematic appropriation of something continue reading …