This is so late at night for a blog post, but dammit, I promised I’d do at least two a week, and I’m going to do at least two a week.
There is one simple magic trick to being a writer: Write.
My roommate and I have been putting off taking out the trash for at least a week (which, considering that our trash can is tiny, is a bad thing). For days we have been precariously perching our wrappers, tissues, and discarded flyers on top of the haphazard pile, like playing Jenga with trash–trying desperately to… Continue reading Ode to Joy From A Trash Can
“On Valentine’s Day when I was five years old, my family went to the pet store to pick out a cat. They didn’t have any very young kittens; only a six-month-old cat whose family had to give her up because she didn’t get along with their dogs. The room we met her in had carpeted… Continue reading What My Dead Cat Taught Me About Love