This Thursday, I’ll be performing a story about my grandmother’s breasts and how she tried to breastfeed all of her grandchildren as part of BALLS OUT COMEDY, a monthly comedy-variety sho...
Having had moved three times in the past six months, having had long bouts of loneliness and happiness knocking against each other like helium balloons tied to a fence post, having fits of brattiness...
1. Polka dot tights & 90′s crushed velvet for ramen in the East Village with Sam when he was visiting from Shanghai; sharing my heart stuff with my best girl Leslie at an all night diner wh...
I just hope I can be half the hot mess I have always wanted to be. Please stop by and say hi if you aren’t busy with cooler shit to do tonight. I’ll be reading with Adam Wilson, Abby Sher...
And they feel like this: I’m back from tour. I will tell you what happened on tour–the rock that shattered Zach’s van window, and the porcelain figurines of Jesus and Mary and Josep...
Just about nothing is significant and yet I still experience it all like I can’t wait to go on or else just go on. Today was full of people I love like Claire and Kyle on three-way, no-video vi...
Yo New Yorkers! I am going to be reading from my teenage diaries tonight at for Cringe and talking about my love for the Hanson brothers, which I already went into embarrassing, uncensored detail her...
Hi warblers and ramblers, if you’re in NYC this week and have some kind of desire to spend your time wastefully, I am here to let you know that I will be reading TONIGHT from my forthcoming boo...
To all the starlings, friends, family members and strangers who read this dank little blog: I just want to tell you that my first book of poetry, Dear Jenny, We Are All Find, is finally making its sh...
Please forgive me for the months of silence, for not responding to your emails even though they were all long and beautiful and deserving of clarity and order and adventure, for being a weird friend ...
1. Today on the train, a teenage boy told the girl next to him–I think she was his girlfriend–that her forehead pimple was so huge, astronauts could use it for landing. I remember being t...
One year and three weeks ago, I arrived at Gare de Lyon in Paris and I took this photo. I honestly don’t even remember how I got from the airport to the train station. But somehow, I was there....
Ashley took this photo of me at the blogger picnic in Central Park that happened a few weeks ago, and was sweet enough to send it to me. I’m wearing a Mandate of Heaven playsuit, a peach bow gi...
Good morning, lil mamas. I’m surrounded by beetles and rose petals I saved from when I was in high school. Speaking of high school, my secret summer project has finally launched, and it’s...
Last night, I saw my friends Laura & Jon for the first time since we were all in France. They lived in a really charming seaside town La Ciotat, and I lived in Avignon. One weekend, they visited ...
I once went 6 years not brushing my hair. 10 one-month trips to China, a summer in rural Romania, a summer in St. Petersburg, Russia and Eastern Europe, and the past year I spent in France has since ...
If you liked my last post, here‘s it’s bigger, badder, sadder, happier, cuter, so so so much more beautiful friend, written to break your heart and the heart inside your heart by none oth...
Did I mention I was in Iowa City for three weeks, teaching at the greatest summer camp with the greatest people and the greatest students. These young poets and seers and storytellers and future bard...
One egg came out with pink yolk. Oh my ovaries. We cooked it and then I researched ‘should i eat pink yolk if i don’t wanna die or be even a little sick’ and the results came in: do...
Hi summer goons, I left France to go to New York for two days to go to Iowa City for three weeks to go to Shanghai for one year. I’m teaching at a summer creative writing camp for high school k...
Three weeks ago, Marianne was visiting me and we flirted with a boy named Vladmir who draws comics and bartends at the bar where I like to go on Monday nights to listen to poetry and fiction and mono...
My oldest and best childhood friend, Harry and his girlfriend Janice (now fiancée after a late night Eiffel tower proposal!) were in Paris last weekend. It was so great to see them and show them the...
Hi, I have been thinking about what I put in my body and also sometime what I put on it (like: food stains, beer sloshed over the front of a dress that I had been afraid to wear because of exactly th...
I was being exploited in Paris for a week and then I had to get out of there. There being a basement studio where seven men wielding hammers regularly stood in the space I had to cross in order to ge...
I went to the Feria in Arles on Sunday (the ancient Roman city of Arles, which knows only glory and splendor!) and my heart was muttering and stuttering all day. No more about that. I’ve decide...
I’ve got a bittersweet announcement, y’all. My friend Hanna has this expression that she uses with me sometimes when I’m getting fussy — “I’ve only got one life, a...
It’s important to remember, when we’re all looking at one another in this blog world, and seeing pictures of one another in pretty clothes, and discussing things in poetic or non-poetic w...
My friend Ryan is a babe. This French toast from Beretta in San Francisco is also a babe. Large pot of French press coffee: baby, you are mine. So much has happened since the last time I clack-clacke...
When I was a freshman at Stanford, I lived next door to this star basketball player, who was really nice and always had a gazillion girls stopping by his room to bring him snacks and he had this one ...
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