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making it through

January 2, 2017

By the time you read this I will be thirty already, but just now I have an hour and forty minutes left of twenty-nine, and some things to tell you, so here...

held to the past, too aware of the pending

December 17, 2016

All right, team. Below is a selection of things I wrote in 2016-- freelance articles, Tumblr posts, even some previous editions of this Tinyletter. Coming in...

December 15, 2016

Every third person I've hung out with recently has observed that my hair is getting long. They are correct about this. I've been growing it out for... I...

December 7, 2016

I wrote this thing about being Jewish and white and devastated by my community's response to the rise of Trump and his appointment of Bannon. I thought about...

November 14, 2016

In the days before the election, I mentioned, I wrote a lot. I was very excited about the writing I was doing-- final edits on that John Green piece (still...

November 9, 2016

I wrote a different Tinyletter-- I'll send it eventually, it's about reading tarot as a writing practice, it's fine-- in the days before the election. I was...

November 1, 2016

Not that people ask all that often, but I typically don't give writing advice. This is because reading other people's freaks me right the fuck out: the fact...

October 29, 2016

In high school I had a hard time with food: your standard type-A white girl adventure in restricted eating. In college, though, I fell in love with it. It...

October 17, 2016

I remember very precisely when I realized I hated New York. I was seventeen and coming to the end of a summer program at Columbia, sitting outside at a...

October 16, 2016

That's an appropriately Halloween-y subject line, right? And it is relevant to what you're about to read, though that won't be evident immediately, because...

September 28, 2016

Me & Allison,1992 Me & Allison, 2016 and then just me, with a postscript

September 21, 2016

You know every time I go to send one of these lately I'm like, fuck, fuck, don't fuck this one up, you have subscribers now. Not that I didn't always-- some,...

September 14, 2016

My book came out yesterday. I woke up and it was gray in Los Angeles, drizzly. I lazed around in bed watching TV for a while before getting up and going out,...

August 29, 2016

I graduated from college and moved back to Los Angeles. I moved into my childhood bedroom and started hanging out with my friends from high school at S.'s...

that link again

August 25, 2016

What I meant to say was: you can look at it here.

August 23, 2016

Here is a Los Angeles story for you: a few weeks ago I went to see a psychiatrist. His office is located on Hollywood Boulevard near where it disappears into...

where you'll find me now

It's been a while. You don't care where I have been, probably-- you don't really need more emails in your inbox, probably-- but I am going to tell you anyway...

self-surveillance

"When I went back to working in an office after years of not, I could suddenly see the particular brand of crazy my former compatriots in freelancing...

A few weeks ago, I went to hear Ann Friedman in conversation with Charlotte Shane. Ann is, you might have gathered, a friend; I'd never met Charlotte before,...

controlled substances

Somewhat improbably, a prescription for .5 milligram Xanax pills costs about half of what the .25 milligram version will run you. I found this out in a...

and now I have a lettuce

Excerpt from an email I sent to my friend Logan on November 11, 2014: anyway the good news is that I had the best ever idea for a book the other day: a Blow...

I moved back in with my parents at the tail end of December of 2012; I started drafting A SONG TO TAKE THE WORLD APART in late April of the following year....

writers are always

On a different night, after a different party, A and I were sitting on his back porch. It was morning already, somehow, maybe an hour after sunrise: bright,...

letting you look

The other night I was at a party where everybody was doing karaoke except for me. Not-doing karaoke is a little bit like not-drinking, in that almost...