In light of recent events in the political sphere, here's a page from the book I'm writing, 52 Words for Hope. Belonging She was black and I was white and we were lesbians in racially-torn Boston. We were walking down bustling Tremont Street, holding hands, when a car pulled...
Get ready for one of those platitudes you’ll probably hate: WE ARE WHAT WE THINK ABOUT. Annoying, right? It’s one of those Buddhist-y, Oprah-esque sayings spouted by people with hot tubs and enough time to sit around contemplating abstractions. You know, privileged people like me. Most platitudes—i.e., every...
I am loath to admit it but—I've grown numb. It's been over 7 months since the election and the initial tsunami of disbelief, horror, fear and sadness has faded. It seems I've moved through the five stages of grief and landed at a glassy-eyed gauze of resignation, if not...
After kindly publishing an essay in their literary magazine, Superstition Review asked if I'd put a video together about my writing process. My first thought was, "Do I have one?" Well, it turns out, after giving it some serious thought, I realized I do. On the end it was...