
First Laugh
Recently, I stumbled on the fact that in Navajo culture, there is a celebration to mark the sacred milestone of a baby’s first laugh.
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Recently, I stumbled on the fact that in Navajo culture, there is a celebration to mark the sacred milestone of a baby’s first laugh.

I’m currently about halfway through the novel Wild Dark Shore by Charlotte McConaghy.

This week, I had a couple of students submit revisions and I marveled at the changes they made to manuscripts I’d read before.

I track my books every year and then in January, I like to make a list on Substack of the reads I loved the most.

Today I met one of my favorite people downtown and we looked at books at Atticus and roamed around the Yale Art Gallery together.

In the last few years, I have noticed that a shocking amount of people on social media do not know how to spell the word aisle.

In the last ten years, I have discovered that my New Haven neighborhood is a weird little pocket of red.

I skipped the fireworks this weekend, which is to say that I chose to not walk out of my house to stare up at the sky exploding, but instead listened to the roar and rumble of various amateur and professional pyrotechnic enthusiasts while reading and critiquing student work.
Today my son and I went to the local diner we always go to, the place that decorates for every tiny holiday in a way that leaves no surface devoid of sparkle and festivity, and he said, “This place looks like an American-themed restaurant in Japan.”

I’ve been thinking a lot about writing communities and the way we need each other and the special things that happen when you stick a bunch of writers in a room.

I am teaching a glorious flash nonfiction class of all women writers right now and we are about halfway through the session.