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…

A Portrait of the Craft as an Essay

I started writing a collection of essays about what I was sure would be a very short recap of my grandmother’s life. Her immigration story was the only thing that seemed interesting to me about her; her forty years at JCPenny would not make for good writing material, I thought. And I already knew most…

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…