I got my first pair of glasses in second grade. We’d recently moved from Chicago to the distant Indiana suburbs, and Mrs. Carlson noticed the way I was always squinting at the times tables and lessons in D’Nealian cursive projected on the wall behind her. It’s a familiar story, …
It’s Labor Day in the USA. Tempting though it is to make today’s newsletter a diatribe…er, meditation on the modern American relationship to labor in g…
I was feeling pretty uneasy last Tuesday afternoon when I pulled into the public library in Los Feliz. It wasn’t the library that was making me uneasy …
Around this time last year, when everyone on earth was struggling for something to focus on, I was obsessing over household appliances and the sounds t…
I just got back from a trip to New Mexico. I have been going to New Mexico a lot lately. Also, I was born there. As I wrote last week, I was there, alo…
On Sweet Valley Diaries (my podcast about Francine Pascal’s delightfully dramatic, often ludicrous book series, Sweet Valley High), we’re moving on thi…
And so we find ourselves in August. For much of my life, August brought with it the feeling of summer dragging on and on and on. Perhaps only my fellow…
I’m currently teaching a screenwriting workshop, and this week, I asked the students to write a dream sequence. Without dialogue, the dream should illu…
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