My taste often deviates from many. I am not a willing contrarian. I’m just kind of weird. I possess no real frustration over this because art is something subjective, but it scares me. It scares me that I’m missing something, that everyone else is on a wavelength that I can’t harmonize with, that for all the books I have in me, none of them will... See more

I know now I was grieving something , the death of an ambition. I started attending reading events at Green Apple Books, my local bookstore, because it was something I liked in grad school, and I had to get myself out of the house. Going to those events was (is) a way of traveling without moving; they have afforded me an incredibly valuable... See more