Growing Up?

Thomas Mann, b. June 6 1875

Nothing comes without sacrifice, we are told. It’s hard to be an artist of any type, let alone a goddamn writer. Writing, according to Hunter S. Thompson, is “the flip […]

He wears his name on his chest So you won’t forget it — Or so you can pretend To know him already. He is always composing something: Emails, text messages, […]

Some mumbling number of years ago, I emerged bloody and (I am told) remarkably blissful from my mother’s womb. The legend goes that I was born with a smile on […]

In a few short days, I’ll be celebrating my one year anniversary in New York. Yes, 360-odd days ago Esra and I were frantically unloading all the crap in our […]