My TROP interview with Aisha Sabatini Sloan led me to an interview with Maya Angelou. After I read the interview with Maya Angelou, I decided it was time to read “An Interview: Adrienne Rich and Audre Lorde” in Sister Outsider.

I’ve been meaning to read this interview for six years.

Years ago, after I graduated from UC Santa Cruz, I couldn’t write because my editor voice seemed to be in overdrive. I would start a sentence and somehow end up with a page filled with words that were neatly crossed out.

On Tuesday afternoon at a diner in Echo Park, I interviewed a writer and he told me a story, violent and personal. He told the story suddenly, while I was smiling.

Are you serious? I said, which seems to be that very stupid thing people say when they’re stunned.

This afternoon, as I walked down York Boulevard, I was writing Links I Like in my head. I was thinking about a woman I love and how no one takes me seriously when I say I love her, and how I might not take myself seriously either.

Does Twitter count as links? I’ve decided yes, it does.

This week I felt grateful that I follow Saeed Jones and Thomas Page McBee.

In “Into the Fold,” Thomas Page McBee writes, “I understand that in the aftermath of tragedy, bystanders feel helpless.

The Rumpus Interview With Ted Travelstead! When Ted recalls the funniest thing he has seen firsthand, he shares a memory about his wife and it is obvious that he loves his wife. I found his answer to be a love story. Then he says, “Oh! Just thought of another one.

I went through a pretty big Bob Dylan phase. Actually, I never got out of it.

It started with Freewheelin and Bringing It All Back Home. Then I liked Another Side of Bob Dylan and Highway 61 Revisited. When I was a teenager, I watched the documentary Don’t Look Back more times than I can count.

I received a letter from Seth Fischer and he sounded so happy. I laughed at this part of his letter: “How is your family? Your health? I want answers where you avoid the questions! I miss that.” Usually when Seth asks me questions, I say, Why do you bother asking me questions you know I won’t answer?

Not too long ago I was a production assistant for a video shoot that took place in a house. It was less of a house and more of a mansion if a mansion were trying to be a woodsy, zen-like cabin. There was a large stone statue of Buddha and citrus trees and white gravel that made you think of white sand in Zen gardens.

On those rare occasions when I attend parties, I often search for and find quiet spaces. Recently, at a party, I found myself alone, soaking my aching feet in the jacuzzi. From the jacuzzi, I could see the orange glow of the living room.

This week VIDA published The Count. In response, Vela decided to compile an Unlisted List. Take action and celebrate women writers by listing names of your favorite nonfiction women writers. They are seeking suggestions.

Elissa Bassist shared the Vela link with me, which made me remember The Women of McSweeney’s.net.

Last Friday night in a pub in Bernal Heights at eight o’clock, I played Liar’s Dice with Stephen, Isaac, Peter, Ben, and Joshua.

At one point in the night, Stephen cried from laughing so hard. He had his hands over his eyes, and his friends started laughing, too.

Stephen Elliott collaborates with Paul Madonna in All Over Coffee. Some days I feel like this character in All Over Coffee #616.

Yesterday, I had coffee with Patty Pierce, one of my yoga instructors. She gave me advice about life and fibromyalgia, and one of things she said was this.