Except for during certain urgent moments, we don’t normally find ourselves obsessing about toilets. … Read More Flush like a Venetian
I had the best fried chicken* of my life last night.
It wasn’t just good, it was “let’s pause this conversation and take a moment of silence to bless the chef and this yard bird that gave its life in order to shake my very foundations with a culinary orgasm the likes of which I’d never felt before.” Seriously.… Read More Taste This.
Long before the New Year burst rudely upon us, I had already planned on being a better person. I made spreadsheets for various things, have a schedule with my writing partner, and created weekly “to do” lists in my planner. The fly in the ointment: I’m lazy. The only thing I’ve stuck to so far… Read More I’ll do it later: my plan to stop procrastination in its tracks
Despite my generally pessimistic tendencies, I did not expect the election to go as awfully as it did. My first choice didn’t make it far enough but I was standing by Hillary and ready to see her campaign through until the very end. But “the end” that came was far from what I’d imagined. Even… Read More Work It!
I’m a slut for travel. Or as Khaulah* sometimes says, her voice heavily laced in her own particular brand of teasing, a travelista. Not because I can easily afford travel and all its associated expenses but because I can’t afford not to make myself afford it. Writing and traveling are such essential parts of my… Read More Hedonism and the Starving Writer
During the second half of my teaching career, I spent many moments daydreaming about becoming a writer. Those sixteen and a half years passed by, sometimes like a high speed train, other times like a caterpillar under anesthesia. No matter the pace, I continued to nurture the dream of becoming an author with the freedom… Read More What I’ve Learned Thus Far…by Renée Bess
Hi, everybody! Happy Friday! Unless you’re in another hemisphere. In which case, happy Saturday! 😀 Quick announcements — The Rainbow Book Fair in New York City is tomorrow (April 9) and I’ll be there at the Ylva table with R.G. Emanuelle and whoever else wants to come over and hang out with us. There are… Read More When worlds collide: on writing and responsibility