yosemite, pt. 1

The drive to Yosemite takes almost five hours and my eleven-day old niece, Harper, sleeps the entire way. We get a late start made even later by a coffee shop that takes twenty minutes to fill our order. We drive across the new Bay Bridge and continue east for what seems like an eternity. The […]

summer’s end.

Lately I have been doing so much work there isn’t room for anything else. I wake up and make coffee with eyes still closed against the morning light. I work in bed with the pillows propped up behind my back and I don’t shower until three or four, when I’ve written or revised thousands of […]

the first chapter.

My first novel came out on Tuesday. The past two days have been amazing & ridiculous. I cannot yet put them into words. So here is the first chapter of the book. I hope you would consider supporting my art & work & buying a copy, if the following excerpt interests you. You can also find […]

a thank you, a giveaway.

Today marks one month exactly until the release of my first book, THE HALF LIFE OF MOLLY PIERCE. It feels impossible that in just a month, anyone in the world will be able to get their hands on something I made up and wrote down. THANK YOU ALL for your continued support. I feel so […]

skin & bones.

I learned recently that a girl I used to know had died. I found her obituary online and it hinted at suicide. All the Facebook messages—it was her birthday the other week— said things like always my love you are so missed you were taken too early But what they should have said, maybe, was that […]

first lines.

In November of 2012, I left New York City after three and a half years. I’m sure I’ve told the story on here before. I called my parents one afternoon, told them I was going to quit my job to write a book, and asked if I could move into their spare room. At the […]

in a museum.

  On Friday I bought cold pasta salad from the grocery store down the road and ate it in the parking lot with a plastic fork. My friend called to say hi. She said you sound better and I wondered: how did I sound before? I parked a quarter of a mile from the museum to save […]

my molly & erie.

  I wrote them before I met them. I modeled Molly on the girl I wished I could be more like. Wittier and more charming and more outwardly put-together. We shared the same unpleasant thoughts at that age but Molly is so much better at hiding that darkness. I made her real and she was […]