My book launch party happened to fall on the day of my ten year wedding anniversary, so I made 300 friends and strangers toast us. This...

When I was 11, my mother got me a kitten for my birthday. I came home from school and it was in the center of my bed, a tiny gray circle,...

as we approach the sixth anniversary of our separation— I always feel like you’re watching me. I feel like you see every one of these...

There’s a common idea that in San Francisco everyone has Peter Pan syndrome. More or less this means that people refuse to grow up: in...

August, man. I got a cold that became bronchitis that became pneumonia. Most of my time was spent sleeping and coughing, punctuated by...

nice to have the good camera back.

hi! i've been pecking away at this for months and absolutely nobody wants to publish it, so here you go! lesson is: never try! When I was...

July! The fourth would've been ten years in San Francisco, so here we are on our first day there, as babies. I went to one thousand...

(this one's an oldie from tumblr, but you don't have to read it, i just didn't want it to die there) You scrub at the mold. You scrub...

How to make sauce: recipe (barely) adapted from Alison Roman’s Dining In Step 1: Buy three pounds of tomatoes and cut them in half,...

June was a fucking whirlwind: It was Book Expo, wine on the pier, plotting the novel, meeting Alison Roman. It was a night of unexplained...

Everyone who’s met me for more than five minutes knows that in 2010 I fell down a(n entire) flight of stairs and wrecked my ankle....

I have lots of thoughts (good and bad) about performative reading that, if I didn't have a sinus infection, I might be inclined to...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a tall girl growing up in an American suburb must be in want of a basketball team. It began...

we had a lovely saturday. we took the subway an hour north, a long train ride still soothes my anxiety even if it’s just the D line....

My mother’s favorite meal when I was a kid was frozen chicken croquettes, baked in the oven, and served so hot you couldn’t even taste...

In early 2007 I got very drunk with an old friend, let’s call him Mark, and told him a recent story about my life, a true story of how...