When I began my MFA in Creative Nonfiction, I sat there in the first class and tried not to visibly sweat as my classmates went…
writer, editor, person who makes cakes
When I began my MFA in Creative Nonfiction, I sat there in the first class and tried not to visibly sweat as my classmates went…
I wanted to come here today to talk to you about the massive restructure I’ve recently undertaken on my work in progress, a move than…
It started with a ‘Facebook Memory,’ one of those blasts from the past Zuck likes to throw into my newsfeed like a perfectly weighted spear…
I caught myself obsessing over my paltry number of ‘likes’ on an instagram post in the bath tonight, and I was ashamed (before myself and…
I’ve been going through a lot of big changes lately, and while almost all of them have been good in the long term, the short…
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…
As I reached the tiny tea-light candle out to the flame of one of the hundreds already dancing on the small metal structure, I held…
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…
I like to think I’m considered to be pretty flexible among my friends. I can usually be convinced to meet up anywhere, to do almost…
“So you’re not writing at all about this wedding and your feelings about it?” My therapist looks at me like I’ve just admitted to stopping…