When Criticism is the Best Medicine

When you start writing, you have the ambivalence of a toddler who both wants help down the stairs and wants to do it himself. You know you need critical feedback, but you're inexperienced, unsure of your work -- which we authors often conflate with our selves -- and therefore wary of the sting. Those of... Continue Reading →

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I wanna talk about the dissolution of my marriage

It's not a secret. But it's not something I bring up regularly either. I suppose I was a victim, although I don't think of myself that way, at least not anymore. All of it -- the sickness, the lies, the abuse -- have become no less than, but also no more than, the pivot of... Continue Reading →

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