In this month’s essay, Why Can’t I Be More Like Hemingway?, Stephanie McGhee reflects on what kind of writer she’d be if her life was more like Ernest Hemingway’s. She writes, “Unlike Hemingway’s work space, so sacred that people had to tiptoe past it, mine isn’t separate from the house. It’s off the kitchen with no door.”
If you could live in anyone’s life, whose would it be? What would your slice of life look like?