When I studied abroad at La Universidad de Sevilla in Spain, I took an art history course. As the class was in a foreign language and many, many years ago, I can only remember the most general of lessons. Zeus and his lightning bolt; Ares and his he…
I came out and began to call myself a writer in the same year. The year was—wait, that’s not right. I began an MFA program and wrote my way out of the—no! Sorry, not right either. Let’s try again. Just once more. In 2019, I…