Rage against the dying of the light
My mother passed away last Friday, February 3. I don't have a living mother anymore. I don't know if that will ever feel like a normal statement.
“Follow your passion,” they say
I have decided to approach writing not as a profession, but as a tool.
Somebody that I used to know
I'm writing an author Q&A with Arsalan Iftikhar (The Muslim Guy) on the occasion of the release of his new book, Scapegoats: How Islamophobia Helps Our Enemies and Threatens Our Freedoms. He writes about becoming the Muslim Guy shortly after September 11, 2001.
Swimming to Palestine
Rummaging through a wonderful cardboard box full of family memorabilia, I came across a series of letters my grandmother wrote in researching for her brother David Diamond‘s biography, which she never wrote. I would love to reconstruct what she might have written. I have a box full of material related to Uncle David and my grandmother. My book contains a […]
Happy Chrismukkah!
Actually I never heard the term Chrismukkah until today, when I searched for a good hashtag for Tweeting my latest Gray Matters article, Christmas for non-Christians. It’s interesting that I have used my feelings about family Christmases in so many genres with such different approaches. I will probably never publish the essay from my MFA thesis, in which I express […]
