A man called me a skeezer on The Pick and Roll’s republishing of The Fallacy. I did not know what this word meant. I suspected by his tone, though, it was most likely unflattering, and that was correct.
Read MoreMy brother was driving home late from work last week when he saw a woman on the side of the road being chased by a man. They were both in their early fifties. She was screaming for help. Nobody stopped to help her.
Read MoreThe rejections were brutal: draining and relentless and embarrassing. They were also intensely brilliant. Our careers, especially as writers, are a constant immersion in the success of others. The tedious transparency of this essay is deliberate; our intimacy can help others.
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