How Learning to Draw Can Help a Writer to See
A talented painter suggests movement and feeling with a slicing flick of the brush. So too can a skilled writer conjure a singular image, voice, or setting in one ringing sentence.
How I Lost God
On growing up in the charged space between faith and faithlessness.
How Politics in Trump’s America Divides Families
A progressive family in suburban Philadelphia refused to take down a “Black Lives Matter” sign when conservative relatives came to visit.
One Hundred Miles From Here
My dad has taught me many things: How to bend my left hand into the shape of a guitar chord; how to whistle with a blade of grass pressed between my thumbs; how to fine-tune a sentence until it sings.
Tell Me About My Boy
Here’s an empty grave, where a body that had been a boy became bones beneath a wooden cross.
My Grandmother’s Pie Plate
I’m the one filling it now, and I’ve never minded sugar under my fingernails less. Its surface is dark with shine; it’s been swallowing butter and heat for two lifetimes at least. I watch the pie bake: tiny globes of strawberry like rubies spit up from the earth.
And a few more:
Civil Discourse Exists in This Small Corner of the Internet, The Atlantic
Girls, Under the Gum Tree
Emily Doe and the Ghost of Lucretia, The Rumpus
September, Poets & Writers
A Young Private, Killed in World War II, Still Leaps off the Page, The New York Times
The Bullies and the Bullied, The Washington Post
Mothers, Children, and Off-Limits Kitchens, Paste
When Home for the Holidays Doesn’t Feel Like It, Elle Decor
Cider House Rules: The New Rise of American Cider Bars, Departures
A Tribute to the Bound Book, Departures
A Food Renaissance in Philadelphia’s Historic Italian Neighborhood, Departures
An Inspired Side, Saveur
The Second Life of St. Nicholas, Narratively