the trees in December
            I see now that I will never recover.
        
     
    
            
    
        
        
    
        practice and effort
            I am so thirsty, and I wish I knew how to draw.
        
     
    
            
    
        
        
    
        there is no other world
            I keep my old blog posts in an archive, in which I found this post from September 11, 2011. I
        
     
    
            
    
        
    
        where we live
            For years I’ve encouraged my writing students not to be afraid to use proper nouns in their work: the
        
     
    
            
    
        
    
        making myself into the person who is capable
            I first drafted these words last night, at the end of a frustrating work day—yet another day on which
        
     
    
            
    
        
    
        i would prefer not to
            Last year was the first in a decade that I did not go to see the Bluebell Wood in bloom
        
     
    
            
    
        
    
        to be a restless searcher
            My Writers Studio colleague Lisa Bellamy often describes the “healthy jealousy” that arises when a writer encounters work that excites
        
     
    
            
    
        
    
        on picking and choosing
            Maxwell’s Demon, a being postulated by the physicist James Clerk Maxwell in his 1871 book Theory of Heat, plays
        
     
    
            
    
        
    
        what is wisdom?
            Since last summer I’ve been a student in the Graduate School of Library and Information Studies at Queens College.
        
     
    
            
    
        
    
        anatman
            In March and April, I’d dream that we had come to the lake, and in my dreams I’d