Until a few weeks ago, my writing life looked like this: I could feel the end coming. I could see it in those tiny numbers: 57, 87, 102 words cut. Weeks earlier it had been in the hundreds; if I was especially diligent, a thousand. When you’re trying to condense a novel down by several […]
I bought this oxalis shamrock about three years ago. It keeps growing despite its age and regardless of the season. It’s happy in the eastern window of my apartment, basking in the morning sun. I don’t have the greatest track record with houseplants. I have one living jade, two oxalis, one croton. I’ve killed more […]
It is not enough for me to say or hear “I hate winter.” Every year, I face the season with the same dogged goal to appreciate Winter. Not to say it’s easy. I could do without the bone-chilling winds and the dry air, wet socks and flavorless vegetables. And clearing off the car and driving […]