Do you have to leave a place to realize you were a part of it? I didn’t truly feel like I was FROM North Carolina until I left for grad school in New York. Growing …
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Carolina Pie
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we don’t know
I can’t stop thinking about how the poor people in the Surfside building were at least probably asleep when its walls shook them down further into their dreams. And this morning, while literally completing work …
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More
I’ve listened to enough Terry Gross Fresh Air interviews to have a pretty sturdy fantasy in which I go on the show and Terry asks me her thoughtful, direct, unearthing and sometimes awkward questions. The …
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actions > words
It truly doesn’t matter how long I’ve been a working writer, I still have days where I feel like I need to go back to How to Write Good school and learn my colors and …
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an Apple a Day
If I were a doll that came with accessories, in addition to a fistful of leaking pens and a few folded up print offs of no-bake pie recipes, I would have a single apple that …
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I can(‘t)
Whenever I have work put in front of me, specifically a rewrite of something I’ve worked hard on that involves the unravelling of that work, my process tends to go something like this: 1. I …
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peak peek lose loose
Morrison reads pretty much everything I write before I turn it in, especially pitch documents and outlines which I sometimes rush through. Basically his brain is the absolute best with streamlining, making things clear, while …
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39.99999999
Age is just a number, declared the woman as she turned 39, somehow still in her middle thirties, as middle thirties in fact last until the very last second of the day before you turn …
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my brand
I have a brand, or maybe it’s my essence? Or a pattern? It’s Whimsical Food Accidents. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve stained myself or my clothes or an important document in some …
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Robot Assistants
Taking Joe for a walk early this morning, we were trailed by a Garbage truck, groaning and shouting itself as it digested its chicken bones and pieces of computer and documents and what sounded like …