September 8, 2014
A paragraph from the new book, I, LIAR: “I have never acted on a violent impulse, nor would I. I’ve premeditated on the issue many times, for many hours, but I have gone no further than imagining what I’d do, and then addressing every detail to imagine it even better, then refining the plan and considering the various components for any complications I hadn’t yet foreseen, and then thinking about exactly how the violent act would go: what I’d say to them, what I’d want them to say to me; how I would harm them, how I’d get away with it. But that’s as far as I’ve ever gone – thinking about it obsessively for hours over the course of months. Never a step further.”
September 3, 2014
A story of mine is published in the Rumpus, to my great joy and pride.
“Who called the girls home for a babysitter? That’s what never made sense to me. All these parents on the Upper West Side, with their gigantic apartments and their overdressed kids—how’d they get the idea to call the local group home to ask if any of the residents wanted to make six bucks an hour on a Friday night? Wouldn’t that be the last place you’d call, an institution for girls without homes? What if we came to your home and never wanted to leave?”
June 11, 2014
I’m now offering writing classes and coaching, in person or online. Please click for more details! <– (PS, I wrote that, that’s how good I am.)
April 2, 2013
Puddle of consciousness.