In our lives—as well as in the books we read—there are some moments feel like they last forever, while there are others that just fly by. Time can feel intrinsically slow or fast, depending on what is happening in that moment. Deep emotion or memory can often evoke a sense of slowness, whereas an action-packed... Continue Reading →
Since the theme of this blog is shaping up to be "whatever I want to post on any given day," I am offering up my recipe for granola today. It's basic but delicious. Crunchy and crispy. A little bit sweet and a little bit salty. And it stands up well to a bowl of Greek... Continue Reading →
I don't draw much, but when I do, things tend to get strange. I have no idea who these people are. Cousins on a double date? Politicians from Mars? Hipsters from Greenpoint?
Or maybe YOU do. But I don't. I'm in the middle of reading Sisterland by Curtis Sittenfeld, and for some reason, it has me thinking about all the books that I want to write. It's not exactly a "writerly" book either. The language is pretty plain and the imagery is bare, but it is set... Continue Reading →
Last night I dreamed that I was looking for the perfect place to write and I decided to go back to my old apartment in the East Village. My sister's friend Amy was living there now, and she had offered it as a quiet place to work. In reality, the apartment had never been a quiet... Continue Reading →