Oh man. Oh man. So, today, I started the morning off with bird walk led by Chip Blake of Orion magazine, followed by a delightful breakfast among kindred writers, then a lecture about human population from Alan Weisman. And THEN Read more…
I’ve been trying to find the time to work on my abs. But it takes such research. First it was pilates and then slow carbs and then no gluten (psyche!) and then old school crunches and then the newest, side Read more…
I sing when I drive. Good and bad songs. My current mix includes Ani Difranco, Madonna, Cee-Lo Green, Radiohead, Fiona Apple, and Meatloaf. Today, I drove in to Buffalo, the smaller of the two nearby towns, to pay a lunch Read more…
On a June morning in 2006, weighing in at what was fighting weight at the time, I woke up at 4 am, put on a one-piece swimsuit with a padded butt, ate a whole wheat muffin with peanut butter (and Read more…
1. When I was in junior high, I used to wish that something would happen to me that would make me too sad to eat. I’d read about women who were too sad to eat. Or too sick. I was Read more…
On long drives, I talk to myself in the car and play terrible and not-terrible music with equal gusto. Only people who love me would ever go on a long drive with me on purpose. During one particular trip–Laramie to Read more…
First of all, I was originally invited to participate in this grand round robin by the gracious and tenacious Kelly Sundberg. However, the chain unraveled upstream from her (as these chains are wont to do). But I decided to participate Read more…
For starters, I’m going to read a zombie book. Zone One By Colson Whitehead To hear the author, Colson Whitehead, talk about Zone One, head on over to THE place to find book trailers and interviews and other interesting bookish Read more…
I’ve been working at an artists residency for nearly two months now, as an intern. We just finished accepting all of the applications for the upcoming Fall season, and bundled them off to our jurors. I’ve learned some things throughout Read more…
I was excited, too, when I saw Alexander Chee’s story about his offhand remark that resulted in a sweet train ride–during which he was free to write or revise, stare out the window as the country rolled by, or nibble Read more…