Literary Reflections

I write not for the people I love or for any abstract public or judge, but for myself

For the first time in my life, I was not looking outside of myself for validation. I wasn’t troubled by anyone else’s opinion about who I was, or what I…

There can never be too much laughter in your life, so increase the dosage with some humorous reading. We’ve picked our favorite chuckle-makers for this month’s Essential Reading. Get ready…

It took months of distance to give myself permission to shape the experience into words. To own the right to my story—the story of my ordinary heart, scarred from decades-old…

Although there is no singular defining reason why one experiences writing as meaningful or fulfilling, it surely grants us the unique chance to pry ourselves open on the page, bleed…

I cannot imagine what would have become of me or my story if I were not able to capture it in writing. My children and children’s children will be able…

Toby sometimes seems like an interruption, a reminder that I never can go back to who I’ve been before, making me fear that I’ll never finish these stories based on…

If you love books which transport you back in time, weave a story around the lives of medieval kings and queens, or recount the harrowing journey and integration of immigrants…

Jackson’s demons were clearly bigger and more terrifying than the conventional ones of balancing writing and childrearing. Yet she managed to give space and import to those smaller moments of…

But over the last year or so, no matter how engaging the book, I could never get through more than two or three pages before he’d decide that was enough.

I had driving questions: How much caregiving can any one woman do without breaking down? Why do women seem so often to be the caregivers? What becomes of us when…