Former Career Fire and EMS Lieutenant-Specialist, Writer, and Master Photographer.
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At roughly 4:00 PM on July 11, 2025, I found myself standing in a snaking security line at Nashville International Airport. The terminal was buzzing with the usual airport impatience — hundreds of travelers inching forward, shoes in hand, eyes on the clock. As a 46-year-old woman who’s flown many times, I had no reason…
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The call came in like they always do with her—out of nowhere, with the subtlety of a lit match in a fireworks store. Makayla doesn’t preface. She doesn’t build suspense. She just kicks the door in with her voice and waits for the world to catch up. “Wanna go to Atlanta?” She said it like…
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Every human being who has ever walked this strange, spinning planet has, whether or not they admit it, dreamed of seeing themselves in third person. It’s the secret behind mirrors, behind security cameras, behind every carefully framed selfie and the unspoken popularity of drones. We all want to see ourselves living—not merely existing, but being.…
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“Being a queer girl isn’t something you decide. It’s something you survive, until you get old enough to claim it.”—Emily Pratt Slatin There are days—quiet, ordinary, well-behaved days—when everything is working just as it should. But somewhere in the periphery, somewhere behind the steady cadence of utility and discipline, something far more primitive stirs: the…
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There were so many moments in my life when I had to say exactly the right thing—or someone was going to die. That’s not a metaphor. I’ve stood on rooftops with jumpers, my voice the last thread keeping them tethered to this world. I’ve told parents their children weren’t coming back. I’ve negotiated with men…
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Rutland, Vermont, USAJune 27, 2025
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In the fall of 1998, I left New York and dropped straight into the Bible Belt. Rural West Virginia. A small college town where the air on Sunday morning was thick with hymns and everyone’s front porch had a flag—either American, Christian, or Confederate, depending on how honest they were. I was nineteen. A lesbian.…
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I went down to the river today because I needed to remember who I am. Not the version people expect. Not the one who always has the answer or the fuse already lit. Just me. Alone with the trees and the current and the kind of silence you can’t get when other people are around…
Emily Pratt Slatin
P.O. Box 1231
Middletown Springs, VT 05757-1231
United States Of America