When I stopped writing the novel I had been working on since March—the novel that was halfway done, the novel that had given me purpose...

I’m a crinkle-leaf girl who has learned to go outside when things aren’t going well. I’m a space cadet who suddenly remembers to be...

i. Jealousies pop in my mind like popcorn, specific and sudden. Z’s flat stomach (golden, too), R’s middle part (stunning), M’s eyelashes...

I tend to get all needy at night, when the clothes come off and the makeup, halfway washed off, shows me a face that is red and puffy...

Twenty days ago, I moved to Alaska to work as a live-in nanny for four months. It was okay at first, and then it got hard. I got lonely,...

My cousin Ruby wrote me an incredibly thoughtful email after I released my blog. As an assignment from “The Artist’s Way” that I am...

Said across my table / my town / my mind to yours: Here is to 2021—to newness, to hope, to love. To all the ways we thought we would be...

I’ve been thinking of truth and the way we unsee it, daily. I was listening to one of my favorite podcast, The Ezra Klein Show, where the...

I am listening to “I’m Confessin’ (That I Love You)” by Theolonious Monk and WOW it’s making me feel like I’m in a movie / being viewed...

In the seventh entry of Pam Houston’s book, “Contents May Have Shifted,” a fisherman tells the speaker that “we’ve been put on earth to...

The voice inside my head is like some sort of skeleton, whose bones are made from fears and old comments and stories I’m so used to...

Thinking today about “grace and grounding” (which Brené Brown said in her podcast with Sonya Renee Taylor) as a way forward today. A way...

For you, and also for myself, to make this proclamation to the world / the internet / to no one at all [feel free to skip the following...

Perhaps it’s that the world is so sweet I want to do all of it, perhaps it’s that I am both confident and not. Perhaps there is no...

In some way, the first. Partly because: I have been telling myself that I’m writing a novel, so it’s the switch, the no to that narrative...

Like right now—I’m not meditating, but I’m trying to write, and there’s a car parked in front of our house with a woman inside it. And...

A list of things I’m currently trying to unpack: Where do my conceptions of beauty come from? Why I find myself drawn to restrictions and...

As he picks up his empty cappuccino glass, which he has forgotten was empty. The way he retracts his lips, looks at the cup, sets it...

A large part of me is writing to take care of myself. Another part is writing to make it, to be read and recognized and sought after. I...