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 me well enough to understand how true it is. My therapist is the one, after…
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 all the things I worried might go wrong if and when I finished it, and…
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 gem, I thought, and someone worthwhile is going to notice it and never want to give…
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 most of my best writing for the book (sorry, but I haven’t yet decided whether…
…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? Thought not. Navel Gazing was released a couple of months ago, and after a very…
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 road from me, I figure I’ll get it here, before I move back to 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 spring. But in terms of resolutions and reflections and all that clean-slate, look-at-everything-that’s-happened stuff, I’ve…
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 resulting dullness of this here blog. I’ve spent the entire summer staring into my computer…
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, like writing and baking, I sometimes feel too lazy or stressed or too paralyzed by…
