Unbearably human
On feeding ghosts to the machines.
Rural Magic by Sara Ramsey
An Iowan and a coastal elitist walk into a bar...and, spoiler, they're both me. I write about community, connection, and magical moments in rural Iowa, which I'm rediscovering after two decades in San Francisco.
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Stumbling forward
Scenes from southern Iowa on America's 250th birthday
Someone else's problem
What happens when rural towns are worth less than the work it takes to save them?
You can't change the contract
I mean, *you* can't change the contract. The monopolies certainly can.
Protecting your peace is a psyop
The soft animal of my body won a local election with 64 votes. What do I do now?
Uncontrolled burn
If there is any guarantee in 'the real America,' it’s this: we’ve been here before. We’ll be here again.
Shoot out a tendril
Consider this a postcard from Iowa: the kind of quick note that I would send to a friend.
Ozymandias in reverse
Closing a dead man's eyes is not as easy as the movies made me believe. I thought it was a single swipe, one and done, like passing a squeegee over a windowpane. Turns out that’s a lie.
A god in every pocket
Linda McMahon, the 76-year-old billionaire Secretary of Education, recently talked about using artificial intelligence for kindergartners. She repeatedly pronounced AI like A-1, the steak sauce. Seems appropriate, since I think we’re cooked.
The case for optimism
the buzzards are circling, but it's not over yet