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Goodreads Reviews I Left for Myself While Writing My Book

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Feb 26, 2024
Picture of a woman reclining in a chair with a pensive look on her face, cradling her own book to her chest.
 
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  ★★★ Idea Has Potential. I don’t hate the idea of this book. It feels like the author (full disclosure: it me) doesn’t really have a clear idea of it, and instead of writing the book they keep getting distracted and reading about dysfunctional relationships on reddit. I keep calling it a “book proposal” even…

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If I Had One Story Left To Tell

Posted on
Dec 31, 2018
 
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A few months ago, I had the pleasure of being on Dan Moyle’s podcast, The Storytellers Network. I’m always a bit hesitant to go on podcasts. I love chatting with people, but my relationship with the spoken word isn’t quite what it is with the written one. I tend to ramble unless I have a…

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Pillow Fight.

Posted on
Mar 19, 2018
 

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a married man in possession of a house will one day find himself in a shouting match with his spouse about something trivial like throw pillows. All of this will likely happen at IKEA. If that man has refused to go to IKEA, because he has justly concluded…

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My Post About Feminism Went Viral. Days Later, My Twitter Account Was Hacked.

Posted on
Jan 17, 2018
 

Last week, I wrote about what happened when I tried making the cinnamon roll recipe from Mario Batali’s sexual misconduct apology letter. The inclusion of the recipe – in a letter apologizing for sexual harassment – was so ill-advised that it made the time my uncle brought a camcorder to a funeral seem like a good idea. But…

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The Faded Glory of Route 66

Posted on
Oct 4, 2017
 
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My immigrant parents, while bestowing upon me the gift of worldliness, with their accents and many passports and the ease with which they code-switched, yelling at one another in English, German, Italian, and Russian, left a glaring omission in my childhood: there was no Americana. It was not that America itself was absent from my…

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