Word after word after word equals power…
On womanhood …
My all-girls’ high school taught me that advanced mathematics and physics were for everyone (as long as you applied yourself and didn’t sit at the back of your Year 11 physics class writing poetry). My mother, a mathematician herself, taught me that no physical task was insurmountable if one applied logic and a knowledge of…
We never did make it…
We never did make it to the Halloween party. Even though I was dressed as Eowyn, and you were dressed as Aragon, and we carried collectors’ swords and you carried a dagger that an elderly Asian lady on the train thought was a Samurai sword. The way we chuckled at her look of disappointment when…
A letter to all my creative friends
What is your art worth, my dear friend? I write this as someone who has been writing for 25 years, whose writing is infused with the type of experience I would not wish on anyone. I write this as someone who wakes at 4am to write with a broken French Press and discount Lebanese coffee,…
Word upon Word 