Portuguese was my first language, but it was quickly followed by English. To this day, I have the impression that when I speak in English, I bury bits of myself in the process.
Aditi Malhotra tells us about how handwriting has been a through line in her friendships, shows how handwriting can be incorporated into a generative practice, and offers some tried-and-tested stress-relief postures for happy handwriters.
If English is the only language that I can claim proficiency in, shouldn’t I be able to speak and write it idiomatically and well, even if it’s not my first language?
At last, I took my teachers’ and mentors’ advice, and scrutinized my own behavior more than anyone else’s.
Writing my first jokes, I’d replaced my anxieties over the public-facing demands of an author career with a greater willingness to show up and be seen.
I had always used writing to try and make sense of myself, without realizing just how much of this was a way of processing a divergent experience of the world.
True crime wants us to believe that our monsters are individual, not systemic—the errant serial killer rather than a violent and inequitable culture.
I was often housing insecure; sometimes even homeless. I’ve had fewer opportunities to publish and I do so at a higher cost.
As part of our Social Media Week series, Leah Johnson writes about using social media to connect with her readers and how she engages online as a recreation rather than an obligation.
As part of our Social Media Week series, Cinelle Barnes writes about being a writer and not being on Twitter.
As part of our Social Media Week series, Kristen Arnett writes about her journey on Twitter, the Hell App, and how she uses the platform to connect with other writers and try out bits.
I love and care for my child unconditionally. Maybe I can do that for my writing too.
I was planting my cornfield, hoping that the magic baseball team (a.k.a my writing group) would eventually show up. If you build it, they will come.