Day 4 of Living Back Home: I’ve done it. I’ve gone and left New York. I thought I’d be more upset, have that anxious pit in my stomach- not about leaving the city, nor about starting over – but about living back at my parent’s house. Did I not tell you about this? It was […]
A week or so again, on a rainy Wednesday evening in Manhattan, I met my friend Sid for a cocktail. It’d been months since I’d seen Sid, yet the moment she breezed behind me, taking her seat on the stool next to me, it was just like it always was- like walking into a familiar […]
It’s a stressful time. The weeks after the new year. I think it’s part due to the sudden jolt, the sputter that occurs from turning back on after weeks of being on pause. I imagine it’s why everyone’s sick right now. Everyone’s coughing up the rust, readjusting to life again. It’s true I added more […]
What’s happened since the last time we spoke? I had my first full week back at work. I went to the gym twice (Monday & Wednesday). Ate six Reese’s Christmas trees. Drank about twelve cups of green tea and saw a movie (Uncut Gems – good but intense, and I was in a Little Women […]
When Shirley Temple started out in acting, she recalls how if any of the child actors misbehaved the studio executives would put them in a dark closet with nothing to sit on but a block of ice. According to Temple, while the punishment was harsh, it instilled in her a lesson she never forgot. That […]
Yoko Ono believes the seven-year itch in marriage is caused by the seven years it takes for our cells to die off and replace themselves, causing us to wake up one day as different people, staring into different people’s eyes. I’ve been thinking about that idea a lot recently. It got stuck in my mind […]
It was noon-ish. We were eating at the bar in Greenpoint. I hadn’t seen Jess in at least sixteen months. The last time we were together she said she was going to get a master’s degree in Anthropology. She’d lamented that she’d have to ask her parents for money. I always loved Jess for this. […]
It was raining. It shouldn’t have been, but it was. She said the tube always gets crowded when it rains. She usually loved the rain. Gray days made her calm. Today, however, she felt the clouds in her throat. It had been a few months since she took the job at that marketing company. For the […]
I wasn’t going to talk about this, but I feel like I have to. I have to because my face has been OUT OF CONTROL the last two weeks. No seriously, I had a bacterial infection on a zit. How does that even happen? My dermatologist couldn’t tell me, but I won’t get into the […]
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At twenty-three, Dani Shapiro was in the midst of a major rebellion against her religious upbringing. She had dropped out of college, was halfheartedly acting in television commercials, and was carrying on with an older married man when her life was changed, in an instant, by a phone call. Her parents had been in a devastating car accident. Neither was expected to survive. In her first memoir, Shapiro offers this powerful true story of a life turned around; not by miracles or happy endings, but by unexpected personal catastrophe.
From the New York Times bestselling author of Commonwealth and State of Wonder, comes Ann Patchett’s most powerful novel to date: a richly moving story that explores the indelible bond between two siblings, the house of their childhood, and a past that will not let them go. The Dutch House is the story of a paradise lost, a tour de force that digs deeply into questions of inheritance, love and forgiveness, of how we want to see ourselves and of who we really are.
Is it possible to write a sidesplitting novel about the breakup of the perfect marriage? If the writer is Nora Ephron, the answer is a resounding yes. For in this inspired confection of adultery, revenge, group therapy, and pot roast, the creator of Sleepless in Seattle reminds us that comedy depends on anguish as surely as a proper gravy depends on flour and butter.
The internationally beloved story of a precocious teenager’s attempts to understand and control the world around her, Francoise Sagan’s Bonjour Tristesse is a beautifully composed, wonderfully ambiguous celebration of sexual liberation, at once sympathetic and powerfully unsparing.
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