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Hail, Mary

I was excited to exist as a non-religious writer, free of the idea that my words might “save” someone. Which is why I was surprised when, recently, I realized I was acting like a religious person.

A Midlife Crisis, By Any Other Name

Existential collapse is often treated as the domain of men coming face to face with their mortality. For me and other women, our crisis wasn’t how much life was left, but how much of it we gave away.

Dreams Are Boring

We attribute divine inspiration to madness, but escaping the cycle of mania for the comfort of a calmer mind doesn’t mean abandoning artistic greatness.

Suddenly, the Same Thing

Giving birth mere hours after a terrorist attack.

Dinner For One

When you grow up eating alone, sometimes a terrible dinner is all you can ask for.

‘He’s Not Really Here’

My grandfather was gone before he died. Even when I dream about him, I can’t bring the real Bob back.

I Stole A Pen From Douglas Adams’ Grave

Fourteen years after his death, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy author’s influence can be as much a burden as it is a source of comfort.

The Human Repair Shop

It’s not easy to put a person back together, even at the U.S. military’s premier burn unit.

Blank Space

Our minds have a funny way of re-writing history. What do we do with all we’ve forgotten?

The Girls on Shit Duty

A weeklong trip filled with deep-fried shore meals does funny things to a man’s insides. When you have to clean up the grisly aftermath, all you can do is laugh.