I Can’t Believe I Still Have to Write About This

I recently finished Lindy West’s memoir, Shrill, and I don’t want this to turn into a book review, but I do want to tell you to go buy it. Right now. It was witty and funny and perfectly depicted the rampant sexism still ripping across this country. When West took on male comedians defending rape…

Slippery Rock Creek

You push that great red plastic hull into the water and watch it dip in slightly before floating on top. The kayak looks so artificial in that swampy muddy water as if anything so large and poignantly red could ever appear from the depths of nature’s own hand. You wedge your body into the little hole…

An argument for creative writing in a sea of journalism

[Full disclosure: I meant to go more deeply into Terry Tempest Williams’ talk than I did in this essay. I went into thoughts on the slow death of creative writing and those that are helping to kill it. The next essay will cover her talk in more depth.] If you’ve read my blog, my bio,…