Nowadays I am amazed by my former self’s blend of optimism and delusion. I wonder how I got the idea that kindergarten was some magical threshold where children and parents smoothly separate.
Does the time come for everyone when holding it in just won’t do anymore? I kept the story of my abortion to myself until Michael broke up with me two years later.
I’m so mean-spirited. I wrote all my mother’s slights down. There were so many of them. So explains Sally Mann, photographer and author of recent memoir Hold Still, who goes…
In this interview with Anna March, Dasha Kelly talks about her new novel Almost Crimson and what happens "when your mother is the reason for everything but at fault for nothing".
Julia was one of those “students” whom you suspect, after maybe fifteen seconds, should actually be teaching the class you are currently (allegedly) teaching.