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…
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…
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…
“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…
Last week marked exactly a year that I’ve been back in the States, and although I adore San Francisco and being home has been good…
I’ve just come back from a visit to London – my first since my dramatic exit last summer, and yes we’ll talk about that someday,…
I woke up yesterday morning determined to write something new. Since my life fell apart last summer I’ve been out of the writing game for…
…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? …