Stage fright
My parents put us in dance classes when I was four. At my first recital, I walked out on stage, clad in my red sequins and some messy feather headpiece, ready to dance to “76 Trombones.” But then I looked … Continue reading
My parents put us in dance classes when I was four. At my first recital, I walked out on stage, clad in my red sequins and some messy feather headpiece, ready to dance to “76 Trombones.” But then I looked … Continue reading
Years ago (five, maybe? Who can remember?) I took a day-long writing workshop from MediaBistro. I was toiling with my first YA (now one of those books-in-a-drawer everyone talks about) and just needed some focus, and the class was helpful. … Continue reading
When I was about 15, I met someone who kept a reading journal, listing every book she’s ever read and a sentence or two summing up her feelings about each one. She wasn’t smug about it, but she had every … Continue reading
I dreamt of lying on benches, waiting for trains, with quotes circling the air like thought bubbles I could reach out and touch. I fell asleep feeling guilty about how the days pass so quickly; sometimes it will be dinnertime … Continue reading
“Where’d that world go, that world where you’re a kid, and now I can’t remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of a dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, … Continue reading
This is a serious post: how difficult should books be to read? I think back to my college days (English major here), where I was reading for hours a day — Dosteovsky and Coleridge and Rich, Melville and Dillard and … Continue reading
I try to check in with The Hairpin regularly, and today this post about The Secret History caught my eye. (Oh, apparently it’s actually on The Awl. It’s cross-posted, I swear!) For starters, what a great book, right? But this … Continue reading
Yesterday I flipped open a New Yorker essay by Jonathan Franzen about Edith Wharton and “her problem of sympathy,” and I thought, How I love this magazine, and Edith, and this literary life. A moment later my attention was diverted … Continue reading
“Planets are gathering at the key north, south, east, and west angles of your chart, and those are considered to be highly energetic points.” Here is an excerpt from my horoscope this month. (Truly, read Susan Miller. She is amazing.) … Continue reading
I used to sneak into my big sister’s room to steal two things: her Seventeen magazines and her VC Andrews books. I laugh now, really, at how different those two types of reading are, and yet at the time — … Continue reading