Butterfly

Without gooey, wet music, nonfiction can get dry and flaky.  Its author may also become too fact-heavy, which feels sort of like having eaten too much white rice.  Tonight I read a survival strategy of a favorite writer: listen to opera when you write nonfiction.  Makes sense. They’re cranking out the same goddamn “La Boheme,” […]

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The Best Table

Last week has been hard to handle– full of yeses.  Yes, we’d like to print this, and yes, we’d like to print that, too.  I feel like someone just sent me to the best table in the restaurant, and I need to remind them I am the OTHER Schurman party, the one who has no […]

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Even Ground

Like most sensitive and interesting people, before I was twenty-two, I had got me to a therapist.  I was not getting out of bed, and sticky with unhappiness about the end of my growing-up love affair, and I was ready to have someone talk some sense to me.  She said, “If you don’t want to […]

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