Hillery eventually learned not to say everything that came to mind. Some were too good not to write down.
Experiences and views on personal relationships.
Lately I’ve been living on friends’ sofas because I rented out my bedroom to my roommate’s family for the Thanksgiving fortnight. The realization that I wouldn’t be out of town with the ex or squirreled away with him in the middle of nowhere, as we’d planned for so long, was at first quite painful. Yet here in my adorable hotel room in DC, all alone in my king size bed with my exile nearly over, it seems hilarious.
< ![CDATA[ I want to be clear on one point as I hammer home this ode to a short hair domestic: I do not consider...
I’ve been listening to the Stones all week. It’s not quite the full on Clash revival I was having at the beginning of the month,...
Oddly, it turns out, I was never that keen on Gertrude Stein, but I agree that a rose is a rose is a rose. There...
With all the change I’ve been embracing lately, I think it’s only fair to tell you about the one constant in my world. New readers...
There are different kinds of paternity. You have your father and your father figures and then, as we have touched on before, you have those people whose brilliance propels your craft—the fathers of your art. Much in the way that I imagine many American writers of the Twentieth Century felt when a Russian named Vladimir Nabokov came to this country and wrote in our language with more elegance, nuance, and sensitivity than any of them could, it maddens me that I cannot be Sam Shepard.
I was talking to my brother on the phone the other night, in a cab, on the way to a party. Since I live in...