Last weekend, I returned to New York for the first time in one year and nine months--the first time since moving back to the West Coast. I knew that because of the baggage I left behind and the loss I had experienced there that I needed a solid reason for my first return trip. That… Continue reading New York was a Dream, a Memory, and a Haunting
Last October, the Literary Happy Hour reading series tasked me with presenting a piece on the subject of fear. I read a short story about marriage—to be fair, that’s a real fear of mine. What I was working on was this essay about a woman’s fear of not speaking up, now up on Vol. 1… Continue reading Glossophobia
This past Saturday marked the four-year anniversary of my brother's sudden death. I dedicated the morning to remembrance, honoring my brother the best way I knew how: reading Raymond Carver's "Where I'm Calling From" and listening to "Idaho" by Down Like Silver. I spent the evening with my sister, and in between watching 90s feel… Continue reading When Remembering is an Object
Remember how I returned to my hometown at the end of March to launch my book at my hometown indie bookstore? Well the reaction to my hair (quite short) ended up being bigger than the reaction to my book. I wrote about how strange that homecoming reception was in this essay for Literary Hub.
Every writer who leaves NYC has written about leaving NYC since Joan Didion famously wrote "Goodbye to All That" in her seminal essay collection Slouching Towards Bethlehem. It was only a matter of time until I did it too. When you want to see them, the signs are everywhere. I spent three years looking for… Continue reading All That Goodbye to All That