May All Your Grapes Be Damn Sweet

I’m not one to believe in vague portents, but after living through a year as awful as 2020, I’m not really sure what to believe anymore.

In the Pale December Light

On the opposite end, there are the forgotten. The lottery nobody wants to win, but must be won by some. The unluckily lucky ones, the one-in-a-million that nobody wishes to be.

Fiction Pick: ‘Me and Konrad’

‘Given what I’d done, and the speed with which they were pursuing me, my only reasonable course of action was to disappear into the woods.’

You Planted This Demon Inside Me

Notes on an irreverent pregnancy.

Free, like a blackbird pecking trash

Walking may not be the most practical mode of transportation. But there’s something magical about strolling around a city.

Fiction Pick: ‘The Eternal Forking’

‘Small decisions, elongated over time, can be just as consequential as big ones.’

Back in the Outer Banks

Childhood memories, skimboarding fails and mild thalassophobia on the Carolina coast.

The COVID Diaries, Part II: Embracing the Distance

As the COVID-19 pandemic progresses, Our Land will be publishing a series of diary-style updates to capture this unique moment in world history. This is part two.

Writing for the Feeling

A brief essay on the act of writing.

Fiction Pick: ‘Goodbye, Albert’

‘The writer had finally run out of things to write about and at first he felt as though this meant he was royally screwed.’