Articles

How to write a letter you’ll never send
Some feelings refuse to become ordinary conversation. They remain after the relationship ends, after the argument cools, or after distance makes contact…
What I learned about love from a hundred rejected stories
I used to think rejection was a verdict. A story came back with a polite note, a silent inbox, or nothing at all, and I translated that absence into a judgment…
The Best Outfits for a Day of Crying and Typing
Some days ask for a particular kind of dressing. Not the polished outfit for a gallery opening or the reliable black dress for dinner, but something that can…
On the beauty of a story that ends without resolution
A story does not always need a locked door, a solved mystery, or a final declaration of love to feel complete. Sometimes its lasting power comes from the space…
Why I Wear Red Lipstick When I Write About Sad Things
I do not wear red lipstick because sadness becomes glamorous with the right shade. I wear it because writing about sorrow asks me to stand very close to…
The One Quote I Taped to My Wall After a Breakup
After the breakup, my apartment became a museum of unfinished thoughts. There was the mug we bought on vacation, the sweater left behind on the back of a…
How to find poetry in a crowded subway car
A crowded subway car rarely looks poetic at first. It smells of winter coats, overheated metal, coffee, rain, and the tired air of people traveling home.…
The Danger of Writing a Character Who Is Too Much Like You
Writing often begins with material close at hand: a difficult conversation, a former love, an old embarrassment, or a private wish that refuses to disappear.…
What my favorite earrings say about my writing process
I have always believed accessories keep small records of a life. A favorite ring remembers a difficult season. A scarf carries the mood of a particular city.…
The art of turning a fight into a chapter
A fight rarely arrives in a tidy narrative. It interrupts dinner, stains an ordinary Tuesday with sharp words, and leaves behind a silence that feels larger…