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Stroking My Genius
I used to romanticize the process of art creation, assuming that great words would just fall out of my head in perfect sequence. Assuming that every single one of my thoughts and sentences should touch...
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Dinner with a Kosher, Vegan, Celiac with Peanut Allergies
The Invite Oh, Mary, that’s just lovely. Of course I’d like to come for dinner tonight. We had such a wonderful time this weekend at the farmer’s market. It got a bit warm, though, didn’t it? When I...
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What to Do When Your Dad Asks for Snapchat Advice
This past weekend, I got the text message we all dread from our parents. We know it’s coming someday, and we think we’ll be ready when the bad news arrives. But how can anyone prepare for something so...
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Open wide: a traveler’s guide to actually seeing the world
If your idea of international travel is all-inclusive, speaks fluent English, and involves limited interaction with people browner than you. If you are impatient. If you can’t handle uncertainty or...
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That Selection Sunday Feeling
Do you hear that? The mellifluous notes your heart plays on loop until some no-name sophomore from Wofford drains a last second three over your team’s senior captain (possibly playing through an...
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Tales from Safari: It’s hot out here for a wimp
I’m currently sitting at an outdoor desk, carved of wood by on-site carpenters. It’s ornate but functional, the kind of desk that begs you to start your goddamn novel. To have great ideas, powered by...
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Tales from Safari: When ignoring mythical heroes
Laura and Andy are archetypal British characters, but I swear I didn’t make them up. They exist in real life. They are tidy and proper, with amusing highbrow accents that had me laughing with delight...
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Tales from Safari: Searching for a port in an actual, real-life, torrential...
Apollo loaded the four of us into a riverboat the same size as a short bus, with a quiet, round man at the motor in the back. Apollo stood at the helm, facing us, and told us to keep our arms and legs...
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Tales from Safari: Ain’t no shame in my game [walk]
Before sunrise, a man called through our tent with a “good morning” light enough not to capitalize or punctuate with an exclamation mark. His was the most polite wake up call you’d ever heard, as he...
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Why Women Can’t Lighten Up
Disclaimer: I wrote this last January but wanted to give it time to cool off, to get some distance from it, which deserves reflection and commentary in its own right. But please know that I did not...
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