Woke up this morning thinking about Sally Yates—how standing up to President Trump seems to have dramatically influenced the course of her life, how I've watched part of her emotional transformation through social media, specifically Twitter, and how her public narrative seems to reveal and confirm things I've suspected about the nature of personal meaning... Continue Reading →
You Do What You Are
Back in Michigan, I studied more literature than was required for my degree because I enjoyed being around lit professors and grad students. Once a well-meaning lit student in one of those classes said to me, "It's great that you want to become a fiction writer." I said, "Actually, I am a fiction writer. But... Continue Reading →
Ride or Be Dragged
This happened. My career changed overnight. My personal relationships mutated in shocking ways. My financial Plan B was revealed as unfeasible. My living arrangement became highly temporary and unstable. I had no family support, no fallbacks left. I was in the middle of an enormous bout of writer's block. Moreover, I was beginning to experience... Continue Reading →