Sunday Update: Of All the Places I Could Be.

Hey there, sweet thing. It’s Sunday. This time last Sunday I was, I think, laying facedown in my unmade bed sobbing my eyes out. You could chalk it up to a chemical imbalance. You could say we ought not to, as people, lay in an unmade bed sobbing our eyes out. You could say, even, […]

Sunday Update: Onward.

Mary Oliver really knew what she was saying when she said, “the animal of your body“. Opening with that sentence runs the risk of me indulging a masturbatory intellectualism I’d like to avoid. The animal of my body, I think, knew what it was doing when it got in a car and drove 13 hours […]

I Read: Originals: American Women Artists.

Y’ALL. This book. This book. These bars?! This book?!? I could put it down, because I needed to digest each artist, each pearl of wisdom, each new hit of history. So much of Munro’s crazy ass art writing looks to unpack the woman artist psyche while bathing in the twin rivers of religion and secularism […]

I Read: The Perfect Nanny.

Okay. Leila Slimani’s The Perfect Nanny has an opening. The first sentence is, quite truly, “The baby is dead”. Bam. Slimani said, “are you not entertained?!”. A reviewer on the back cover (it was The Telegraph (UK), but I like the diminution of calling an entire publication a back cover reviewer) called it, “The ‘French […]

I Read: Hogfather.

Hey there, sweet cheeks. I recently (yesterday) finished Terry Pratchett’s Hogfather. Hogfather is one of his many Discworld books, which I think are being made into an Amazon series and frankly that’s delightful. Friends had urged me for years to read Pratchett, and I knew of his well publicized endorsements of dying with dignity after […]