On chaos, art, and fantasy.
In which I apologize for a small eternity of radio silence (the radio was at the bottom of an ocean, with a toddler and a book deadline and some kind of…
Twenty minutes to do All The Things!
Usable pasts, John Cheever, sunshine, Paris, belated understandings of one’s life’s work.
Figuratively speaking, folks, I'm a freelance writer. Also cartoons, Nirvana, and HGTV.
Mince pies, accordions, and Karens.
Why it’s okay just to dip in a toe. Plus Iranian poetry and a recipe for apple cake.
A lazy Saturday morning in velvet pajamas.
A break, for now.
Fresh starts, fresh notebooks, and big boys’ blouses.
On difficulty, serendipity, and melted cheese.