Anne Lamott recorded these lines read by a friend to her, lines she claims were written by a Lakota Sioux: “Sometimes I go about pitying myself. And all t...
I have labored to be more attentive to craft recently, most especially this summer. The last few days, I’ve wanted to sign up for a creative nonfiction co...
What follows may be thought nitpicky and petty. I want to use it as a reminder to myself to observe parallel structure, follow up on what my sentences say, enga...
I’m a hoarder, I’ll admit. Whenever I see hoarders on cable, they sound delusional while they wax romantic about literal pieces of trash. In like fa...
The yelling echoed throughout my skull. I’ve bought too many books. I won’t read them, they’ll lie around collecting dust. I’ve wasted m...