In our session this week, I told my therapist that my new writing group has saved me – hyperbole, in a physical sense, but she knows…
writer, editor, person who makes cakes
In our session this week, I told my therapist that my new writing group has saved me – hyperbole, in a physical sense, but she knows…
A few months ago, when I was neck-deep in new hope that I might actually finally finish this book, I was telling my boyfriend about…
In the cold fluorescent light of the bathroom at my downtown office, I grinned at myself in the mirror like a fool. You are a fucking…
Ciao, tutti! I’ve been in Italy for about two and a half weeks now, and I figured it was time for an update. I’m hoarding…
…let’s be honest: I’m not the cool-as-a-cucumber, detached professional I probably should be. And really, if I were, would you want to read my memoir? …
I’ve been wanting to get a new tattoo for a while now, and given that one of London’s coolest tattoo parlors is just down the…
New Years has never really meant much to me, besides the shock and disbelief every time I write the date, which always continues well into…
Hello friends (/people who found this blog by googling ‘foreskin’), First of all, I apologize unreservedly for my recent absence from the internets, and the…
I’ve learned something about myself in the last few weeks: I prefer having done things to actually doing them. Even things I profess to love,…