In February, I spent 25 days at the Vermont Studio Center, an artist residency in northern Vermont. As expected, it was cold, icy, and beautiful. What I didn’t expect was … well, everything.
Category: Memoir
This morning, I learned from I Will Dare that Dolores O’Riordan, the voice of the band the Cranberries, has died. I had heard the Cranberries here and there, and then I saw them open for The The in 1993. (September 19,…
This week, I’ve read a few dozen of the thousands of stories of sexual harassment, sexual abuse, verbal assault, sexual assault and rape that women have shared in my Facebook feed, on Twitter and in essays broadcast online. I don’t…
I had the chance to interview Rob Spillman for Lighthouse Writers, ahead of his visit to Denver this Friday for a craft class on Establishing Authority. When it comes to writing and editing, there’s no denying that Rob Spillman has some serious…
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By day, I handed a drive-through order to a man whose testicles lay outside his nylon running shorts, like a small bald rodent. …. The good people at Okey-Panky published my short essay “Fast Food” today. Please read it —…
Song of the week: PJ Harvey’s “Man-Size,” from her 1993 album Rid of Me, replayed on the radio as I was working through a touch of simmering rage about being a woman. Why so ragey? “Man-Size” came on as I…
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Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy My rating: 4 of 5 stars I’m torn in my final analysis of this book, a memoir of writer Lucy Grealy’s childhood, growing up with a face that was disfigured after surgery to…
Golly, it’s serious around here this week. Maybe it’s the somber, snowy weather. I promise to return to fluffy pop songs soon. Meanwhile, this morning, an interesting article came across my Facebook feed, about a study that found that family…
GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. That’s the sound of my knickers getting in a knot and steam pouring from my ears, but all silently, because I’m reserved like that. My fingers, however, are itchy with the need to comment on an article I was not…
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