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A Toast to 2006

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...

about a cat

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,...

to mom

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...

Add a Catchy Title

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 2019 Books

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

Coney Island

nice to have the good camera back.

July 2019 Books

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...

San Francisco Gothic

(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...

It's Always Cooking

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 2019 Books

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...

On KP

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....

May 2019 Books

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...

She's Not Running

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...

On Writing, sort of

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....

On Chicken Croquettes, sort of

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...

On Sturgis, sort of

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...

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