Category Archives: Life

The issue is, after six years of workshops, I’m uncomfortable with the idea of assigning creative writing a grade. This incongruity has only happened since I started grad school, where we’re told not to worry about grades any longer and are hence liberated and free to take risks. At an undergrad level though, I feel as though there’s the assumption that students need to know the basics. That they have to know the rules in order to break them. Blah blah blah. I’ve heard myself say it a million times. Continue reading →

My sheer frustration with making stuff publishable, or even coherent, often manifests in itchy skin, flushed cheeks, and, when things are really bad, a throat that threatens to seize up. Continue reading →

In a word, sitting. I sit for hours and hours a day. I sit so much that you could bow a lovely Dvorak melodrama on my hip flexors. As thrilling as that sounds, it’s pretty painful. My massage therapist and … Continue reading →