Kentanji Brown Jackson’s nomination hearings are over, but much like the merchant priests of old, Ms. Jackson’s resonance remains.
Janet Calhoun spent five years writing her memoir and another five years deciding whether or not to “stand naked” in public by publishing it. Hoping that one revelatory journey might add perspectives that would soften the journeys of others, “standing naked” won out.
I just finished reading A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole, for the second time. The first time was 30 years ago and I think I appreciated it more…
Dear You, a combination of poetry and memoir by Wade Stevenson, is one of the most exposed, unrelenting, and heart-breaking pieces on longing that I’ve read.
Flutes and Tomatoes: A Memoir With Poems by Wade Stevenson is not at all what I imagined it would be. Let me start with a confession: poetry confounds me. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the cadence, the sentiment, the succinct nature of the writing; it’s just that I don’t always understand it.