When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

On Moving for the First Time

I have lived in the same place for 19 years. We moved to what is now my old house when I was three years old, and needless to say, I remember very little of that transition. I was probably too busy being a holy terror, running around in a tutu and camo pants insisting everyone pay…

On Time: Mental Illness and Accountability

I’m guessing you’ve read the title and are a little uncomfortable. I want to let you know that you should be uncomfortable, because this is not easy to write about. Nobody wants to tell the mentally ill to get their act together because that’s a terrible thing to say to someone who’s suffering. But as somebody…