What I Learned From Homeschooling My Kids The First Time
:: Homeschooling how you think you should be homeschooling is impossible. Let go of all of those preconceptions you might have had, and your kids will learn. Two years ago, I had to homeschool my children. It wasn’t a choice. We were in a desperate place, and...
My Horse Was Put Down This Week. But Then He Wasn’t.
:: This is an essay about grief, and anxiety disorder, and how we react when the whirl of events overwhelms us. I did not say “how well we react,” because this essay is not about judgment. 🐎🐎🐎 Covid-19 has us all on edge. And we all...
Anxiety Disorder in Disordered Times
:: Anxiety disorder can’t be solved with hand sanitizer. With a full pantry. With social distancing. None of those things matter at all if you have anxiety disorder. Early this morning, around 5:30 a.m., I awoke from a horrible nightmare. I was riding in a car...
When I Give a Talk About Rape
Last fall, I gave a keynote address about sexual violence at a fundraiser. Giving the keynote was a wonderful experience. Before I wrote my talk, though, I had to sit down and write this essay (essay?) below—all of my thoughts about what it feels like, about...
Publishing Co-ops and Collectives: A Love Story
:: Identifying strengths and delegating jobs is mission critical. It is arguably the entire point of an author co-op. It is where the magic happens. I give talks about publishing, a lot. As an editor of a traditional small press, I’m happy to do this work....
On Publishing, Money, and Rhetorical Devices
:: A few thoughts about what it means to work as a writer and in publishing, and to speak out as a woman, and to come from a family that has some money or a family with none, and to have good intentions and to fail to communicate those intentions, and the consequences...
Why Didn’t She Run? Why Didn’t She Scream?
:: CW. Because even with all of the essays on sexual assault that I’ve written and published over the years, there’s still one story that I haven’t told. But with Epstein’s ugly face everywhere, I need to tell it, now. CW: rape, child rape, sexual assault. I’ve always...
I’m Disabled and I Don’t Have to Share My Secrets. My Children Don’t Have to, Either.
:: Part of changing the world means that my kids do not have to yield their privacy for other people’s comfort. 💦💦💦💦💦💦 A while back, I wrote an essay for the magazine Catapult that told a story about how my younger...01. About Me
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