As we begin the new year, I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on the successes of 2016 before looking ahead. I can’t reflect upon an entire year of blogging–I only started this blog in June–but I am excited to present my best blogs of the past 7 months. Here are my top 5 posts of 2016!Read More
Regardless of the reason for doing it, killing the dog in the story feels like a cheap emotional ploy. I think it’s a common trap for new writers to fall into because we learn pretty quickly that “happy” stories are boring and even a little juvenile. Killing the dog is an easy way to impose grief on a reader because virtually everyone likes dogs.Read More
As an unemployed, stay-at-home college grad, I’ve gotten all too comfortable with my life in a state of quiet inadequacy. “Comfortable” isn’t really the word. I’m restless. And I’m trying to fix it.Read More
It was the responsibility of the women in my family to feed the Rocklings, which were contentious, antagonistic creatures, according to my grandmother. They used to bang on their drums and march down from the mountain to plunder our village.Read More
Before this, I’m lonely.
She radiates heat. She’s half asleep, but I part her cracked lips with mine.Read More
When I first started college I found the whole experience somewhat perplexing. How do I keep up with all the coursework? How do I pretend to look interested in football? What even is a Student Union??? I attempted to track my progress throughout the year by listing my newfound knowledge in a Word document.Read More
grandma mends my sleeve
and soon my knotty willow
is only a stump
I submitted a list of things I like to Jessica Gross’s happiness project, Things We Like, and she liked it too!
Things We Like is an ongoing project aimed at collecting good vibes. Contributors compile a list of ten (10) hyper-specific little joys in their life.Read More
From the primordial sea we raised landscapes. We took our starry-eyed imaginings and made them place. We built an island where the sun never set and an island that was bathed in constant moonlight. Desert islands, tropical islands, islands made of marble, steel, and even colored glass. What we made was always good; the Islands Snatchers claimed them all.Read More
I wondered then, not for the first time, if Amy hated me. Why couldn’t I be more like Barb at the chair next to me who knew exactly which questions were appropriate to ask her stylist about her bunions? For that matter, why didn’t I just ask Amy a damn question?Read More