It’s hard to write about Ethan Canin’s new novel America America without staring into space and sighing dreamily. I’m going to put it out there. If this doesn’t turn out to be my favorite novel…
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Things I should just accept already
I’ll always be the kind of girl with peanut butter on her shirt My house will always be filled with cat hair, unorganized books, and unfulfilled desire
The hunt begins
I just applied for a for reals job for the first time since 2000 (three fors in one sentence, go me). I feel a little like I’m going to barf. I forgot how nerve-wracking it…
You got to watch out for the girls down the street
“Never mind that while he was on my ass about being in lust with a celebrity who lives in France and has two children with a French model, Greg was in love with a girl…
Not a complaint, only an observation: on speechlessness and oversharing
It’s after 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning and I haven’t spoken or chatted with anyone since 11 p.m. on Friday. This is not a complaint, only an observation. I did, however, respond to an…
On time travel, lesbian dreams, and bus stops
Yesterday, in honor of our nation’s Independence I decided to travel back in time. I don’t go back to Blaine, the suburb I grew up in, very often. Something about the area doesn’t feel right…