These are intimate, delicate essays about the many skins we inhabit, illuminating even in their darkness. -The Boston Globe

Anna Journey revels in the flexibility and hybridity of the essay form, swerving artfully among topics-a recollection of a personal rupture and ensuing call to a suicide hotline opens into a consideration of taxidermy and lyric time; a mother’s penchant for telling macabre stories at the dinner table connects to campfire songs and the cultural importance of American roots music; and a tattoo artist named after a pirate-themed rum reminds us how we inscribe our skins and spirits through the intimate gestures of ink.