Melissa Hinshaw
Melissa Hinshaw

Melissa Hinshaw is an artist and writer based in Northern California.

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Avoidance Tactics

Oh 2020, how do I euphemize thee?

I’m avoiding writing an essay—or writing anything really—for the public because to me it doesn’t make sense to just start talking about something anymore. I am out of practice. There’s a protocol, now: we have to acknowledge a laundry list of universally experienced ills-at-hand before getting to the thing we came here to say. Oh […]

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Hope Might Float

What’s the difference between immersion and distraction? How is this not another thing, another new sensation, to distract me from myself?

If you’ve ever lived in an area that has its own monthly neighborhood newsletter, you might have seen a picture of a person holding up a past issue of that monthly neighborhood newsletter while floating in a body of water. At first it doesn’t seem out of the ordinary, but then you read the caption—usually […]

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The Long Game

When the big one strikes—and it will—you’re never properly prepared.

This past Sunday I went to see my grandma, my mother’s mother. She has had cancer for five-plus years now and recently my mother emailed the family letting us all know that grandma was starting to have trouble breathing and swallowing—signs that the end was getting nearer. “Your other grandma took forever to go, too,” […]

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You Are Where You Eat

I don’t like hot wings, I have to explain to people, when I tell them what my favorite food is at an icebreaker or personality quiz or general spacefilling conversation. But these wings, I say, sighing like in love.

When I first moved to Sacramento I lived in the fixed-up garage (not fixed up to building code, mind you; that’s why rent was affordable) of a nice couple in their early 40s. They’d done the city party scene for some years, gotten married, and bought a home just off the grid together and now […]

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On Unreality TV

good God Rachel how twisted can you get!? ← sentence you say every four minutes while watching UnREAL

Whenever someone mentions that they can’t hang out after work past a certain time on a certain weeknight because they have to go home (or to a friend’s house) to watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette or Bachelor in Paradise, I get really excited and ask if they’ve also ever watched my own personal favorite […]

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