“The Shining” Helped Me Acknowledge the Violence in My Marriage
The link between creative ambition and destruction showed me that my experiences fit a pattern
I needed to embrace a scary part of myself if I wanted to be sexually dominant
I wanted to represent the abuses that occurred, but I didn’t want to speak for the survivors
Under the haunted surface of "All Of Us Strangers" lies the paradox of shared pain from shame and isolation
Madeleine L'Engle showed me that being a mother artist is possible, but not easy
A lack of concern for other people’s feelings doesn’t help anyone grow
Wouldn’t it be a relief if we could stop asking authors to meet a specific set of diagnostic criteria?
I spent so much time in front of a mirror, I forgot I had depth
What am I supposed to do when someone wants all of me?
How navel-gazing fits into the politics of personal authority
In the early days of the pandemic, I found strength in the story of how she convinced a famous composer to write a Coast Salish symphony
I thought about the heat at the edges of bodies, the life contained for a time within
Survivors of other people’s suicides carve out a public space for practicing grief