I first read Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower in the summer of 2016, and I have vivid memories of Lauren Olamina packing acorn flour into her go-bag (or, as I have started calling my own, a Butler bag), of her and her companions, Harry and Zahra, setting out after their community is destroyed, and… Continue reading Brontë’s 2020 Rereads: Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, in which I find tangents on nonprofits and the utility of dystopia →