After being an avid romance reader for years, I’m finally writing a romance novel—and I am terrified of messing up.
Don’t miss this list of reading recommendations (crowdsourced from Twitter!) for our Romance Week series.
For our Romance Week series, Maya MacGregor reflects on literature’s unique ability to show readers that they are lovable and worthy of romance—even if the rest of the world is saying otherwise.
Though astrology has let me down, I continue to consult the stars. I’m trying to let go of expectations while giving space for hope.
To write about my socialist family in a capitalist society necessarily means truth and lies are mixed up.
Hopefully, I’ll continue to update my own obituary for years to come—and learn something about myself along the way.
I don’t want to participate in pain’s colonization of myself. I don’t want to write.
Portuguese was my first language, but it was quickly followed by English. To this day, I have the impression that when I speak in English, I bury bits of myself in the process.
Aditi Malhotra tells us about how handwriting has been a through line in her friendships, shows how handwriting can be incorporated into a generative practice, and offers some tried-and-tested stress-relief postures for happy handwriters.
On some days I’d write up to twelve posts, each snarkier than the last. The meaner I was, the more they liked me.