Everyone is One-Sixteenth Cherokee
When I was young, my mother told me a lie. It was a big lie and she told it with remarkable consistency. She told me she was Jewish. “And since all that matters for Jews is what your mother is, Read more
When I was young, my mother told me a lie. It was a big lie and she told it with remarkable consistency. She told me she was Jewish. “And since all that matters for Jews is what your mother is, Read more
I was asked what my “typical writing day” is like. Every day is writing day! So this is: a day of me. On a typical weekday, I wake up between 8:27 and 8:34. Ish. I don’t use an alarm, so Read more
When I wrote my first “novel” in elementary school, I created this character, Celeste. She was a snarky robot from the future with little regard for human life. She was the one facet of that work that survived its re-writing Read more
(It’s my birthday, so I’m giving myself the day off of blogging, instead I’m copying this post from my LJ back in 2014. I recently re-read it and quite liked it.) My friend Isabel Yap posted this very beautiful essay Read more
Nyla requested this one, a post on mistakes middle class writers make when writing about working class people. And oh wow. If you’ll listen to me I will talk your ear off. Though first, obviously: I can only write from Read more