Category: scribbler

That age where your internal editor has quit, and truth just falls out of your mouth.

Because I have fat in places I used to have angles.

Because without you there is no me. More to the point, without you, there is too much of me.

Early. It can be later than you think.

I love editing and proofreading other people’s work for many reasons. I love finding mistakes—correction:…

Big Edie, Bruce Springsteen, and Killer Joe.

Big Edie, milk chocolate, and white lies

I’d never planned on having kids, but I’ve been wondering. I had a Barbie once; I used her as a hammer on whatever I could find until her head imploded.

What is the sound of two Edie’s talking?

Back when Big Edie was still Lainie from the Bronx.

  Me, on Vicodin (inspired by Nick Flynn) I hate Vicodin. Ten years ago, at…

Note to self, dated May 2012. During the two years of “under-employment.” A year ago…

I lay in bed from Late Night O’Clock until Time for Work O’Thirty. The list of the things I got done included vomit and sex, but not, you know, in the fun way.

Big Edie: Can I tell you something?
Me: Can I stop you? Seriously, is there anyway to stop you?

800,000 children disappear each year; one every 40 seconds. Every kid deserves this kind of effort. But, they don’t get it, there aren’t enough resources. So, why is Avonte Oquendo any more deserving than 799,999 other missing kids?

Big Edie: I feel sorry for the men in your life. You take the nice ones and twist their minds, and you take the crazy ones and push them right over the edge.

There’s a crappy, outdated jukebox in my head, and someone is sneaking quarters into my mouth while I sleep.

Big Edie, Lyle Lovett, Bruce Springsteen and the battle between Valium and Ativan

My father didn’t believe in God. He believed in Edgar Cayce and Harry Houdini. My mother isn’t sure about God. She is sure that she’s prettier in pictures than she is in real life. I believed I would be dead before I was 24.

One of the best things about an MFA program is the chance to meet with,…

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