Some years are chaotic, others are are spent putting the pieces back together after all the chaos-induced dust has settled. 2015 was the latter kind…
To call the water muddy is to completely misrepresent the black sludge speckled with crumbled off-brand Ritz crackers and shimmering with a slick topcoat of…
Today’s piece is an article I’ve been working on for the last month for The Eye – the magazine of The Spectator, Columbia’s student-run newspaper….
I’ve never been much of a poet. Whenever the semi-annual poetry unit rolled around in English I would roll my eyes, pulled out the rhyming…
Last week a young man in my Nonfiction Writing Workshop at Columbia pulled me aside after class. “Hey, so did you write something that everyone…
I don’t have a lot of time to write right now because work is going crazy! Plus, I am taking a nonfiction writing workshop at…