I have read through McMullin’s debut collection daughterrarium at least twice.

At a time when poets and writers are frequently and earnestly asking the age-old question of What can I do to help, to make change in this current social and political climate?, we can look to Sarah Browning as an example.

The first time I died, I felt fireworks shoot down my legs and I could taste their colors: red like your heart before it stopped and turned gray, golden green like your eyes.

Smudge.

I hate that word.

            Smudge.

I recently had the opportunity to speak with Tethered by Letters’ founder and CEO, Dani Hedlund.

I choose to live in pain. Let me tell you why.