Winder, Georgia is a small town northeast of Atlanta. It is a town with a racist history. It is also my home, the place where my dad is buried, where my brother got married, where my mom lives, where I go when I say, “I’m going home for the holidays.” And as it did in virtually every US town, suburb, and city, Coronavirus came to town in the spring of 2020. 18 months BC (Before Coronavirus), my brother and I were faced with something no adult children ever want to face: our vivacious, obstinate, wonderful mother couldn’t live at home…
Author: Megan McIntyre
At the moment, I’m revising my first scholarly multimedia piece; the video highlights the way that women use hashtags like #YesAllWomen to re-embody themselves in the face of dehumanizing gender-based violence. I love the work; I’m proud of the arrangement and the pacing. The topic is important and timely. The footage is affecting. The scholars I draw from are brilliant and eloquent. I’ve worked hard — and largely succeeded, I think — in bringing together the kairotic moment and the important work of feminist scholars from rhetoric, women and gender studies, sociology, and elsewhere. But I hate my voice. I’ve…