While most of my stories filter my experiences on the ambulance into some fictionalized form (see: the New York Council Of The Dead and various related bureaucratic shenanigans and fuckery), this is the only story that deals directly with the paramedic experience.
It’s also been used in schools to teach about cultural appropriation – a huge honor. I’ve tried many times to squeeze my many thoughts and theories on the topic into an essay. I organized around it in college and I’ve had endless conversations about it, but this piece is the only time I’ve been able to make sense of it with written words. And really, what better way to deal with cultural appropriation that with a story about a crazy floating white lady?