KARA WALKER DOES SUGAR

From cut-out paper silhouettes to seventy-foot sugar sculptures, it’s still the history of… Kara Walker, an artist adored by many, pisses off a fair number of people. Not that she cares. I’ve been following Walker since the ’90s, and I’m one of the adorers, not...

HIP MAMA

I am the worst for time, distance, direction. A friend says I need only focus and I can develop those skills, but I’ve never been able to see that as the best use of my energies, and so now as I’m writing this I have to pull out a copy of The Essential Hip Mama to...

WHAT I KNOW

A few months ago now, I spent a weekend in Lowell, Maine, teaching writing through the lens of food. Eating and dancing, writing and talking, walking through the woods and gardens. We pressed cider on an old, cranky press. We laughed till we cried. We just plain...

COME WRITE WITH ME

Strange as it sounds even to me, in October, if you want to write with me, you have two opportunities. The truth is that if you want to write in two extraordinary—but very different—spaces, and write with me, you can do both. Hah! OK, so maybe choose one: big city...

ONE HELL OF A DANCE PARTY

  This morning I am dancing. If not in reality—in heart and mind. I twisted my ankle last night rising up from the granite front steps of my apartment building. Not such a big deal— nothing broken. Not bones or teeth or glasses, not even pride. I have learned...