Recent Work

I went 28 days without applying soaps, shampoo or deodorant while I tested out an invisible live bacterial body spray that promised to leave my skin feeling cleaner and more hydrated. Here’s what happened next.

Five years ago, Caleb Orozco lent his name to a legal challenge to overturn Belize’s anti-sodomy laws. Now his name is a national slur.

At night, by candlelight, the world feels enduring, ancient and slow. To sit and stare at a candle is to drop through a portal to a time when firelight was the alpha and omega of our days.

“So are you guys in an equilateral triangle, or are you more of a V?” A dark-haired woman leans over to an eager-looking young couple seated next to her and holds up her thumb and forefinger. Each of the V signifies a person; the fleshy connective tissue between them stands for the partner to whom they’re both sexually connected.

An essay for The Walrus about how we grapple with the deep question of belonging in Trump’s America, seen though the lens of growing up in a Quebec that was pushing for separation — and pushing my family out.

Agriculture officials have renewed their scrutiny of the world’s best-selling pest-killer as they try to solve the mysterious collapse of the nation’s hives.

We find so much comfort in the presence of others, sometimes without realizing it. Even having someone in the next room is a comfort. But when the house is still and there’s nothing else to do, the self confronts. And we would do almost anything to avoid hearing what it has to say.

A group of amateur gardeners share a single, consuming obsession with growing giant pumpkins. They’ll stop at nothing – drain their own bank accounts, experiment with radical products and techniques – to trounce the competition and bring home the top prize: a new world record and eternal pumpkin glory.