“Do I still have a two-minute set on giving my doctor a poop sample? Sure. But I also write about working to combat gun violence (I swear to god it’s funny) and about raising my children interfaith. “
“or women who care deeply about their other roles and identities, keeping that snake at bay—only swallowing up to the toe or knee, say—is crucial to mental health and well-being.”
“I don’t have particular rituals other than (perhaps not for the better) that I often snack on something. It’s a time for intellectual, creative, and physical indulgence, so I always look forward to it.”
Memorizing poems is a practice that’s nourishing, meaningful, and entirely unproductive from an economic standpoint.
Could you use a laugh? I know I could. Thank goodness we have Lin Sun on the blog this week. Lin Sun is a self-described Cambodian Single-Mom Comedian. She has performed at famous comedy clubs in Los Angeles such as “The World Famous Comedy Store – Hollywood” and “The Laugh Factory Hollywood.” In less than…
And, in a shitty way, by retreating to the domestic, in a not-so-feminist claiming of womanly expertise, I buy myself a little free time
“Here in Vegas there are a lot of artist mothers, so I am not alone.” This week, choreographer and dancer Rebecca de Carteret is on the blog.
one of us wrote the words “too late” across the calendar. From that point on, only essentials could take place.
“Throughout my life, my ability to throw myself into a creative outlet has been so important to me. I learned this from my mother who taught me to sew, knit, and crochet”
With some regularity, a wounded writer appears, whether in my office or in these online spaces. Although the contexts vary, the type of wounding is remarkably similar: some gatekeeper has taken it upon him or herself to judge the writer unfit. This judgment often takes the form of unsolicited advice about a change in career.