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The Not-So-Magical Secret to Making Time to Write

In a perfect world, I wake up in the morning and make some tea, walk the dog, and then sit down in front of my computer to write. In a perfect world, I have all day to myself to read and write and think and create. In a perfect world, my email box is primarily empty,...

Kurt Cobain Twenty Years Later: Moments of Silence

My memories of Kurt Cobain are complicated. I remember being shocked by his death, thinking, in my high school naivete, that rock stars live forever, forgetting that “forever” is long after the abandonment of this mortal coil. I also knew that if I was...

On HBO’s Girls and Hannah and Why She Matters

I am one episode away from finishing season 3 of Girls.To be honest, I have not been a huge fan of this season, until recently. The first half of the season seemed to lack the mastery that seasons 1 and 2 oozed. There was a floundering, a lack of intentionality and...

An Artist’s Manifesto

Being an artist requires an excessive amount of confidence. Some might even say ego. Because who else is foolish enough to create something out of nothing? Who else is foolish enough to create something out of nothing and believe that it matters — that somehow...

Fuck You Pink

My favorite color is fuchsia. I call it fuck you pink. (Get it?) I didn’t grow up in one of those households where everything I had was pink. I didn’t have twinkly stars on things, or pink glittery streamers on my bicycle. My mother never wore makeup so no...