For the full essay, see it in Wellesley Magazine.Originally published in the spring 2020 issue. — Writing memoir is a messy business, and no one knows this better than Helen Fremont ’78. Fremont’s book The Escape Artist serves as a sequel of sorts to her memoir After
For the full essay, see it on The Rumpus. Originally published on May 9, 2017. — I woke up at 3 a.m. to pee the other night. This was not unusual. I like to drink tea before bed, and I usually wake up
For the full essay, see it on The Rumpus. Originally published on May 23, 2016. — I used a prayer card from a wake as my bookmark while reading So Sad Today by Melissa Broder. It happened accidentally—I went to a memorial service for someone
For the full essay, see it on The Rumpus. Originally published on February 18, 2016. — A friend posted a picture of me from her wedding, and all I can see is my stomach. I’m with friends, wearing goofy hats for the photo booth,
I wrote about my goal to read 50 books by women in 2015 for Wellesley Underground! Not only did I write about my experience, but I also some how managed to list my TOP TWELVE FAVORITE BOOKS that I read last year. Need some reading
For the full essay, see it on The Rumpus. Originally published on November 5, 2015. — Save three stray years, I have lived in Massachusetts my entire life. It’s a small state, and running into people I know is rarely a surprise. Sitting on
The Pet Fairies were bad enough. Then I made the mistake of taking the Babysitting Charge to the library, where she discovered that not only is there a Pet Fairies series, but there is also a Music Fairies series and
For the full essay, see it on Fiction Advocate. Originally published on April 16, 2015. — I began to seriously question whether or not I want to have kids one Wednesday at 9 p.m. while having my hair checked for lice. I was sitting
Post originally appeared on Wellesley Underground on March 12, 2015. — -- I used to take pride in the fact that I’m not a big crier. That I consider suppressing emotions a sign of strength is a problem, one that I am––don’t worry––currently working to
My apologies. I haven’t written a Babysitting Book Review in a while because I have been sitting on this one, totally baffled, as, honestly, I just don’t know what to make of it. Enter: Barbie of Swan Lake. Let’s start by setting