I found the tracks for the musical Hamilton on Spotify last night. They have been on repeat since then and everybody in my house is probably sick of my singing by now. I don't really care. It's that awesome. I love the whole thing but my favorite song is probably "Nonstop". "How you do write... Continue Reading →
I don't think my parents have ever been considered middle-class, the one plausible exception being the time period in which my mother was enlisted in the Army, but I'm not even sure of that. When people talk about feminism lately it all seems to come back to their annoyance with white, middle-class, heterosexual women and... Continue Reading →
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The woman in this photograph is my great-grandmother Betty Prophet. I suppose I should be completely accurate and say she is my step great-grandmother because she was my great-grandfather's second wife but that is something I forget most of the time because his first wife died when my mother was still little, therefore she is... Continue Reading →
I have noticed in the past year that while I call myself a writer I lack consistency. I allow things like depression provide me with a ready-made excuse not to write. I tell myself that I am"too busy" to write that morning or what ever time of day it happens to be. I'm 25 years... Continue Reading →