A quaint little indie opened up in Echo Park last month—and though it's tiny, the books are expertly curated. It's a must-visit if just to browse for inspiration before deciding your next read. (I discovered Clarice Lispector's A Breath of Life through Des Pair, which I've now read through twice.) ... Read More
Spring Awakening
I struggle, still, to find the words to explain (or excuse?) the silence since my last post. Even with the conclusion of Derek Chauvin's trial, things feel bleak: and to be honest, every step forward feels like it's countered by two back. The rage is exhausting: I'm frustrated by the world and even ... Read More
Remember Their Names
There's not much I can say that hasn't already been said. In fact, I'm a writer who's lost her words. I'm enraged, frustrated, devastated, exhausted—and though there is so much swirling in my head, this tragedy is not mine to report on, much less one to use as a means of metabolizing (and ... Read More