Joke by my pal Ignatz, everything else by me—and my sister, in the case of “Chanookey.” When we were kids, that’s what we used to call it. Who am I kidding, we still call it that. Earlier, earlier, earlier. Happy[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I hope you find a happy rat as soothing as I do. Even the ones I see frolicking on the streets of New York make me feel good, though those are jittery, hardworking feral rats rather than the cheerful domestic[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Another glimpse into the childhood of a copyeditor.
I’ve always wondered about that complaint. Isn’t picking nits a good thing?
I am in Bend, Oregon, for the holiday. Nothing here is particularly bent. I was lied to.
I wanted to post this last week, but I didn’t dare. It felt too hubristic. I should have, though, because I was right. Of course menstruating people were not the only ones who stood up for democracy last week. Black[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Or “metal health day,” as a friend likes to say.
I’ve been in a not-great headspace about these midterms for a while, guys. With the endorsement of my shrink, Dr. Waterford (also seen here), I went back on the antianxiety medication I had to take after the 2016 presidential election.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I made some calls to get out the vote for Rodham Clinton in 2016, and one of the respondents I spoke to said she wasn’t planning to vote because “I’m not very interested in politics.” What I wish I’d said[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
So one of the best pieces of advice I’ve gotten about writing comes from an old version of the AP Stylebook, and I read it when I was a fresh young copyeditor getting my start at my college paper. It[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Click to buy my illustrated version of the book of Jonah! I’m super proud of it.