Growing up, I never wrote about Dallas. In the bedroom where I felt closest to happy, I scribbled stories on college-ruled notebook paper about a
I had a hard year. A lot of people had it harder, a fact I reminded myself of constantly. I never got Covid. Nobody in
My college boyfriend introduced me to Joan Didion. He gave me his dog-eared paperback of Slouching Toward Bethlehem. I remember turning to the picture of
I hope you get a chance to listen to my “America’s Girls” podcast, or at least rate it five stars, or at least tell a
I grew up watching women’s bodies. I think it started on movie screens, but it moved to television and locker rooms and swimming pools. I
The first night we spent in each other’s company, I slid into the passenger seat of his car and flipped through the songs on his
The young woman jangling keys to the dressing room is wearing an Iron Maiden shirt. Three items drape over my right arm, all of them
The Lonesome Dove miniseries rolled into town in 1989, when I was fourteen years old.* Back in the before-times of the late Eighties, computers were
In my fourth decade in this state, I finally became a real Texan: You Haven’t Driven in Texas Until You’ve Driven a Pickup Truck “When
On a blustery Saturday, I decided to bake bread. It was 10:30am, and I had never done such a thing before, but I imagined myself
Many years ago I began collecting old postcards. I found them in vintage stores, stacks upon stacks of messages once sent, or never written, and
A few months ago, I was writing short posts on my favorite books, and then I stopped. It was late May, I was halfway through