In my dreams, I keep returning to the Manderlay. For my birthday last year, I went to Sleep No More. Like everyone else who attends the show, I was immediately and irrevocably altered by my visit to the McKittrick Hotel. They carved open something in my heart and put in there a…
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I don’t write about my cats much. I’m not sure why. Post photos about them, sure. But I’ve made a habit of keeping their lives private although god…
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I love the Winter Solstice. Few celebrations fill me with as much as quiet hope, as much unvarnished joy as the longest night of the year. Sure, it is a…
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I read recently that the citrus trees that survive to old age, they die of overabundance. They break under a storm of fruits although not before gilding…
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I have problems with control. Not in terms of other people, but in regards to how I approach my body, my life, my circumstances. I obsess with personal…
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I still greet my loved ones the way I was taught: have you eaten? If the answer is no, we eat. There are no ifs or buts about that. Everything else can…
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Few books have left me as haunted as Kelly Barnhill’s mesmeric The Crane Husband. I find myself thinking about it at odd moments: while in conversation…
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The second draft of The Dead Takes The A Train is out to its editors, and I’m exhausted. I ended up rewriting the entirety of it over the course of a…
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