Today is International Women’s Day and I had the pleasure of finishing this lovely endearing novel, Dancing on the Edge of the Roof by Sheila Williams this morning. It would qualify under women’s and/or chick lit (is that still a “genre” anymore? I haven’t checked) and a pleasure to read. Reading two to three chapters every morning was a delight and I couldn’t wait to sit in bed and dive into Juanita’s world, cooking at the Paper Moon Diner in Montana. Which is why the Netflix film adaptation of this novel, renamed simply “Juanita” was really a disservice to this book published over a decade ago. Continue reading “Juanita Deserved Better than this film”
I was a sophomore at NYU. My daily morning routine was to turn on NY1 to be informed about any train delays I should know about, the weather, and basic current events. I was living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn with my mother and she was sleeping. I stepped out of the apartment, rushing to catch the L train into Manhattan. I was going to be late for my Race and Ethnicity class. On TV, I saw footage of the first plane in the North Tower of the World Trade Center but the reality didn’t connect at first. I dismissed this footage as the 90s footage of a bomb at the bottom of the World Trade Center. I thought nothing of this. Continue reading “Remembering 9/11”
It’s been eight months since I graduated from my MFA program. This month, a new cohort starts their journey with the writing program while the cohort a year after me graduates in December. I envy that excitement of the unknown to both cohorts in my program this year. Continue reading “MFA Graduation Post”
It has arrived! How did two and a half years of school fly by? I’m ready and I’m not ready.
I’m ready because I’m already in the throes of the world. When I’m not at school, I’m at my job, possibly beginning my career as a technical writer and using that tech money to pay off my loans! Continue reading “Last Semester of Graduate School”
As the fall semester comes to a close, I reflect on how my first year in graduate school flew by and what I’ve learned as a writer and about myself.
First, updates! VONA (Voices of Our Nation) is the best workshop I had the pleasure of attending this past summer. I connected with wonderful writers of color and it rejuvenated me in ways I couldn’t even put into words. I now have another family that I will always be connected to until I die. It’s amazing, really. Continue reading “My Aesthetic Manifesto”
AWP is, as I’ve been describing to non-readers and writers, is the Comic-Con for word nerds, with networking in the mix. Some people can find this networking aspect at writing conferences in general, exhausting and inauthentic. I get that. But because I’m not daunted by this at all, I always enjoy these conferences. Also, there was a book fair! I had to buy all the books (but not really, some books were free) and support not only my instructors at school but to the upcoming writers of color as well. Continue reading “AWP and other things”
Instead of writing…I’ve been spending time with a new kool guy that makes me happy. I’m having a great time but I’ve been crazy distracted. Continue reading “Instead Of”