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Being a Woman Writer: Is There an Issue?

The short answer? There isn't.

Waiting List (Also, I’m Back!)

I’ve spent countless days blowing thought bubbles above my head. I decide which thoughts are scribbled on my waiting list: which ones suspend in the stars, which ones hover over the moon, which ones waltz with the waves-- this list... Continue Reading →

Pursuing a Career in the Field You Love

While I was growing up, my father said that it wouldn't be smart for me to become a writer. In middle school, I used to pride myself in the idea that I would, one day, find myself to be a... Continue Reading →

The Librarian

There is a librarian who organizes fluttering memories. The birds fly in with ebony words smeared on their wings and they always soar with more questions than answers; her thoughts are dust-covered dancers twirling behind crumbling books locked in skyscraper-shelves;... Continue Reading →

Why I Wanted to Be a Writer

I used to want to be an astronaut, floating above the earth and watching the stars; instead of a story teller, I wanted to be a listener. My great-grandmother wobbled over to the dining room table every morning to slip... Continue Reading →

Happy Thanksgiving! (Plus A Little Box of Wishes)

If you live in the United States, you know that tomorrow is the blissful, food-filled day of Thanksgiving. Although every family upholds their own set of traditions, I thought I'd let you in on a personal tradition (one I started... Continue Reading →

Coffee & Company

Don’t fill up on coffee, she said, Because the grinds are too simple-- they sit in your stomach-- they rub your intestines like sandpaper. Coffee is straightforward and bitter like your grandmother’s humor. Instead, break the fast with orange juice--... Continue Reading →

Earth and Everywhere

I was in Wales when I realized that God is everywhere. Tintern Abbey was lathered in light. I tilted my head back to gaze at the monastery, the pillars, the blackened stone. I looked down at the fresh, soft grass... Continue Reading →

Letter to My Adult Self

Dear Future Wanderer, The present is flooded with the desire to know the future; people incessantly want to know what will happen rather than what is happening. With this in mind, I hope you understand that, in this letter, I... Continue Reading →

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