My Personal Nuclear Disaster: A True Story

No one should have ever left me home alone in the first place.  It was a weight I was unprepared for, with a punishment so decisive and swift it would leave me devastated.  But I can’t go back in time.  I can’t change what I did.  And to this day, my mistakes haunt me. I … Continue reading My Personal Nuclear Disaster: A True Story

Are you there, Writing God? It’s me, Anna.

I didn’t want writing to be my hobby.  I wanted to like music; I wanted to play the guitar for an all-girl rock band, or paint, or design.  I wanted something else, anything else, in my heart. But none of those things were there.  Words were. So, much to the dismay of my mother, I … Continue reading Are you there, Writing God? It’s me, Anna.

Coffee Tables, Rabbit Holes, and the Universe

I have a hypothesis about Lewis Carroll when he wrote Alice in Wonderland.  I think he was busy getting stoned when his publisher called him and told him that he wanted the final draft on his desk by noon tomorrow, and that Carroll , in his compromised state, slouched in front of his typewriter and … Continue reading Coffee Tables, Rabbit Holes, and the Universe