September 22, 2020

I had a diary. I wrote nothing in it that day...

September 17, 2020

In September of 2010, I was starting my second year of an MFA program at NYU. I’d moved to the city straight after undergrad, determined to make it as a writer.

September 15, 2020

I was able to express myself in a powerful language that was all my own, under the sparkling light of a disco ball.

September 15, 2020

Ten years ago, I was engulfed in green. It’s what I saw when I peered past my living room window in Dublin, at the small park across the road where junkies...

September 11, 2020

Ten years ago, I developed a fascination with war. It began with the accounts of military women who deployed to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and...

September 9, 2020

The sweet surrender of self-deletion: I diverted the exhaust fumes from my automobile into the cab of my 1989 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme.

September 4, 2020

I was two days away from turning 21. I was a virgin. I’d never been drunk. And I was about to venture on the most life-changing experience any young adult could fathom at the time: I was going to study abroad.

It sounds like the start of a YA novel—the girl is away from...

September 1, 2020

2010 is when I emerged from the tunnel of small children at home to stare, blinking, at the future. I was forty-three years old, and I’d only recently stopped..

August 27, 2020

The name of Reuben Jackson’s poetry class, “Bold as Love,” intrigued me even though I had never much valued poetry. I had no accolades, no awards, no audience.

August 26, 2020

It was only a few months away from the big “40”. Funny, at the time I thought that I was on the verge of the Armageddon....

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