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Every few weeks or so, I send a note with a new essay. Sometimes it's a piece you'll find here on the site. Sometimes it's something I'm thinking about that doesn't quite fit anywhere else—reflections on the writing life, observations from the in-between spaces.
This is not a newsletter in the promotional sense. There are no sales pitches, no content marketing strategies. Just writing, sent directly to people who want to read it. And, hopefully, a sense of connection.
As my novel Unexpected gets closer to publication, I'll share updates here too—early glimpses, behind-the-scenes notes, and eventually, how to preorder.
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- New essays from the What Follows series, exploring the transitions and quiet reckonings of women's lives
- Occasional reflections that don't appear on the site—notes from the writing life, observations from the in-between
- Updates on Unexpected as publication approaches—early glimpses, behind-the-scenes, and how to preorder
Recent writing
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“I don’t know” is starting to feel like a poem to me
At a poetry workshop recently we were instructed to write "I don't know," at the top of our spiral notebooks and just start writing. It turns out I don't know so very many, many things. But pondering them told me something about what was occupying my thoughts, and maybe even what deserved more or less of my attention.
When to call it quits with a friend
Back in middle school we ended romantic relationships awkwardly and often through a third period. It’s unfortunate we didn’t practice having those tough conversations when we were young. Unlike acne and braces, the need to end relationships of all kinds with clarity and kindness persists well into adulthood.
Want to be friends . . . it'll take a while
Turns out making friends as an adult is a big lift. Research shows 50 hours is just a start. It takes 300 to make a really close friend. But worth it, right?