Author: Kate Primmer

With two cars packed up and loaded to the brim, a passenger seat well equipped with snacks, and enough video essays downloaded on my phone to occupy myself for a few hours, I set off east with my sister towards Missoula, MT. I had to pull over to wipe the tears from my eyes, the…

My final year of high school I had to take a senior level government class to meet the social studies requirement per the Rapid City Area Schools district policies. I remember being in a classroom taught by the head football coach at the time. His classroom was in the freshman wing, on the ground floor, which…

Some questions in life are better left unasked. “Where are you from?” makes me bristle with its (hopefully) unintended micro-aggressive questioning of my origins and American-ness. “What do you do for work?” forces me to do a sidelong glance for insinuating my worth goes only as far as my useful to others. Word to the…

These past two years have been unlike anything I have ever experienced before. My mind would have never been able to conceive what has occurred in this world during these past two years. At first it was wonderful to rest and just be still. Then, life quickly became a mundane redundant routine. Wake up. Shower.…