The second installment of Nelly Reifler’s three-part essay about marriage, murder, 9/11, and how she said goodbye to Elliott Smith
The first installment of Nelly Reifler's three-part essay about marriage, murder, 9/11, and how she said goodbye to Elliott Smith
Her boyfriend was good when she would first let him back into the house. She was an optimist
I had no one to answer to. No one to make me feel guilty and dirty and sinful
I wanted to associate myself with what he loved, in order to be closer to him
Let us talk through the crisis among men with intimacy and grace
The problem with the young Irish author was how her writing remained deeply uncynical about love
It’s best for a writer to learn how to write under any conditions. Train travel forced me to adapt
By trying to control her eating, I had broken trust with my child who wasn’t yet three months old
“Dream big,” they tell us. “The sky’s the limit.” We are lied to.
There’s something sweetly sad about how I remember my scores from 25 years ago, evidence of a worth I still struggle to internalize
Thomas Harris’s 1988 novel tried to paint an irredeemable villain. Instead, it captured something real about trans experience
Thank You!
