:: How on earth am I supposed to get anything done when I not only have to do the thing but also prove that I have the right to do the thing in the first place?
:: She forced me to reckon with every word I put down on the page. I didn’t understand what words were until that writing workshop. I was nineteen years old.
:: The theme of this month’s book review essay is writing the world we want into existence, or, writing the white supremacist patriarchy out of it.
:: I woke up this morning to the most bizarre news story. I mean, truly bizarre.
:: I really didn’t want to. But how can I not? How can I not? Someone has to write about rape.
:: Watching post-partum Serena Williams play at Wimbledon is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.