today my ex-boss calls me and offers me my old job back. the amazing benefits, more money, financial security. he’s been a mentor, a father figure, for almost five years. we get on extraordinary together, and respect one another – all that you could want in a boss but in a company that was killing [...]

Come February, it’ll be a year since I’ve converted to green living. My diet is 80% organic or sustainable, all the cleaning & beauty products in my home are natural/organic and I’m making more conscious decisions with respect to the items I buy – whether it be bamboo rugs and blinds for my home [...]

“As a great memoir reader, I know many different ways. But if I begin to go through them and to analyse them and their merits and faults, the mornings . . . will be gone. So without stopping to choose my way, in the sure and certain knowledge that it will find itself, or [...]

i’ve been adopted. lately, my dinners have been in threes – me and cute, well adjusted, happy couple. they’re uber independent and i think they like me. or at least i entertain them. they sneak food off one another’s plates, and under the table, when they think no one is watching, they hold hands.
they [...]

on the subway into the city last night, i was a touch blue (and i’m wondering why sadness is so associated with such a beautiful color). i was thinking about a dream when all i could hear were my most favorite and most feared words: mittens and murder. and another dream where i am [...]

i mean, will you just LOOK AT THAT FACE??!! you’re killin’ me, sophie. murder in the first. how oh how can i write a new short story when you’re all like…this?

ok, folks! after many hours of blood (damn paper cuts), sweat (and this is true) and tears (naturally), the issue is at the printer, i’m dolin’ over my life savings so why not pre-order the fab new issue (at a reduced price) today! tell family! friends! pets!

And now Carrie had attained that which in the beginning seemed life’s object, or, at least, such fraction of it as human beings ever attain of their original desires. She could look about on her gowns and carriage, her furniture and bank account. Friends there were, as the world takes it–those who [...]

while i comb through another draft of proofs for the next issue of small spiral notebook, renew a lease on a home that looks less lived in (huge, i tell you, for this nomadic girl), sift through the closets to find more clothes to donate, rid myself of books off the shelves that i know [...]

everything is gruesome on the street tonight. look how the boughs have fallen to blight. we keep ourselves in our pale house, hidden from the bruised sky. we call this home: Shelter. the teeth-cracking windows betray us, – black in, black out – letting all the cold rush in and the black water rising [...]

music was the one thing in our home that was louder than my mother. ever since i could remember, music had been the soundtrack of our living. eddie rabbit, bread, led zeppelin, the chi lites, the delfonics, diana ross, johnny cash, crystal gail, kenny loggins, the beatles, jefferson airplane, the sex pistols, neil diamond, the [...]

In a man’s life
the first temple is destroyed and the second temple is destroyed
and he must stay in his life,
not like the people that went into exile
far away,
and not like God,
who simply rose to higher regions
In a man’s life
he resurrects the dead in a dream
and in a second dream he buries them
-Yehuda Amichai (Translated, from [...]

not only will i be in austin (and i’ve been told it’s very green friendly!) shamelessly promoting my lit mag (ssn will be sharing a table with the mag, Quick Fiction) and showcasing issue 3 (like there truly is no tomorrow), i am honored to be on a cool panel hosted by shanna compton. [...]

out of the 56 books i read last year, seven, count them, SEVEN, have been classics (hemingway, nabokov & cheever). i’m finding this slightly frightening that i’ve immersed myself in the contemporary books game (what’s sleek, shiny and new), ignoring the crucial books that are wholly original, penned by masters of the form who paved [...]