Inevitably the real self does come out. Maybe we put parts of ourselves that we actually don’t manifest in reality into fiction—it’s such an unconscious process.

Steinke artfully details how we lose our vitality, our stamina and our abilities, bit by bit, organ by joint. After the book’s tour through disease and misfortune, I’d come to feel lucky for my health.

I have grown out of the sock drawer. a vagrant unfit holed structure that still somehow keeps you warm.

“I’m just a random white gal raised upper-middle class. But to think that I am disconnected only allows for the continuation of a system that benefits from my ignorance.”

executive

decisions

needs dying

in congress

A conversation with Terese Svoboda about her latest book, Hitler and My Mother in Law, and how writing through uncertainty and using humor to face the unbearable truths history leaves behind.

But something is wrong with these coots. Why are they moving so strangely?

Obviously, she says, I can’t come to the hill anymore. Don’t make that face! I’m not welcome anymore.

Everybody gets old, Grandma always says. Everybody withers.