I’m offering two new classes this summer, both over Zoom: One is an open level writing class to get your juices going. The other is an intensive essay-writing class. We will workshop! And rewrite! And critique! And laugh and cry. Both will be fabulous.
Hello! In these weirdo times, The Forward has relaunched A Bintel Brief, which was its original advice column from 100 years ago. Now, Abby Sher and I are dishing out advice about, well, everything: love, family, living in a Christian world, Judaism, anti-semitism — and, of course, Covid-19 (ugh). This is us, drawn by the amazing Liana Fink (I’m on the right, obvs):
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I wrote about Debbie Allen for Dance Magazine and it was a Life Moment. She’s such a glorious, brilliant inspiration and it was an honor to write about someone who’s contributed so much to the world. You can read the story here. xox
I wrote a gazillion thank you notes and cooked religiously (or that’s what it felt like) for a month. Then I wrote about it all for The Forward. (And if you haven’t gotten yours yet, it’s coming! I promise!) This is my manifesto against ambition.
Hi, loves! As many of you know, I started a Tiny Letter weekly newsletter a few months ago. I’ve been loving it so much — writing them each and every week, hearing back from you, being in touch with so many readers — that I’ve decided to devote more time and energy to it.
Sooooo, I started a Patreon account! This means that — if the spirit moves you, and you are able — you can help support this labor of love with a tiny bit of monetary support. There’s only one level of donation: $3/month, which is less than the cost of a latte. The letter will continue to be free and available to all — just think of it like NPR! Always free. Always grateful for the backing. Artists appreciate your support to do our work.
If you haven’t yet signed up, what are you waiting for? I’d love to have you. And if you have, tell a friend, won’t you? You can read more about what I’m doing here.
Oh, hi! I totally forgot to mention to you all here that I’ve started a newsletter — or as I’ve been calling it, a letter from me to you. Really, it’s a love letter.
So far I’ve been sending out weekly dispatches about life, love, food, politics, books, TV, podcasts (so many podcasts!), motherhood, and I’d be delighted if you wanted to sign up. My mom wrote me a long email with all the questions: Why a tiny letter? Why not do it here, on your website? Can I write you back there? Are my replies public? Do I need to go find your gmail? Do you think people will find it and sign up!?
So: The reason it’s a Tiny Letter and not here, on my website, is because, as you can read in the first email, I love letters. Love them. It’s how I’ve always communicated with my friends and family, it’s how I met and fell in love with my husband. It’s how I think through problems and work out essays. There’s something intimate, precious and private about them, even when they are not written out by hand. When I found Tiny Letter I thought: what a quaint and lovely pocket of the internet. (Rare thought.)
And to answer the more practical questions: Yes, you can write me back directly on Tiny Letter. No, your replies aren’t public. Yes, I do write everyone back!
See that mash of sweaty bodies above? One of them could be you! Go to Dance Church and you will see what I mean. It is THE BEST. It’s so much the best thing that I wrote about it for Dance Magazine. But you don’t have to be a dancer to go! That’s the entire point! Read about it all here.
Can I tell you a story about how some essays come into being?
I first wrote this piece, about my grandfather’s death and the secret I didn’t know about his work and his life, in college, oh, 20+ years ago. I wrote it as fiction, because it was a fiction-writing class and I didn’t know that I wasn’t really a fiction writer and I figured, what the hell? Who will know this is all true?
Over a decade later, I resurrected it for a workshop in graduate school, this time in its proper memoir form. Then, a few months ago, I decided to take a look at it again, make a few more changes, and send it off.
So what you’re reading here — or what you will read here, please and thank you so much! — is a piece that started in 1999 and is now seeing the light of day in 2019. Sometimes this is how it goes.