You’ve gotta write like there’s no such thing as a broken heart

You’ve gotta write like there’s no such thing as a broken heart

  Yesterday, I taught a writing class. We flipped through dogeared pages of Bird by Bird together on a screened-in back porch that overlooked a wooded lot with trees changing colors on me. We waited for the french press to brew our Starbucks medium roast, then wrapped cold fingers around steaming mugs as the temperature dropped. [...]

If time could talk

If time could talk

  On tonight's agenda: family dinner. My brother's long-time girlfriend will pick up pizzas from Anthony's, one large brushchetta and one large pepperoni. He texted in the group family chat, Does this work for everyone?, as if the guy at Anthony's doesn't know our name and our order and my womanly status by heart, every [...]