The future keeps happening.

By now I should have formulated an opinion on Ava Jerome. She has been living in Port Charles and thus on my TV screen for ten months, but I remain conflicted. First, I have this “no new people” rule. (It is mostly for General Hospital, but sometimes for my real life too.) Around 1998, when […]

“chase the feeling til you die”

Recently, I admitted to a friend (via Twitter so somewhat publicly) that I do not take risks as a reader. I will mindlessly consume a terrible television show without a second thought, but if a book isn’t written by Joan Didion, Barbara Kingsolver, or Toni Morrison, I let my fear keep me from taking chances. […]

The Year of Anxious Thinking

This has been another weird year, and today was no exception. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Joan Didion and what she gives me and how I rely on her for support. In my late teens and early twenties, I lost my footing intellectually and emotionally pretty much every day, and Joan Didion got […]

Thanksgiving is for dreamers

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to skip town for Thanksgiving. I don’t know where the urge came from. I like my family, and I like Andy’s family. Something about Thanksgiving makes me itch for freedom, though. When I shared my dream with Andy, he concurred, and it became our dream. Every […]