The Problem with Being Good

The Problem with Being Good

I don’t normally struggle with writer’s block, but a few weeks ago, my efforts to edit my novel hit a can’t-see-the-end-of-it, can’t-see-the-top-of-it stone wall. Words got harder and harder to find, like a river that shrank to a stream that shrank to a trickle,...
On Being Weird

On Being Weird

I’ve long had a sense that I might be a little weird. When I was 12, I began to feel compelled to do rituals like walking around any square table I passed over and over or checking under the toilet seat repeatedly before sitting down. Sometimes I felt the need to try...