While striving to become a travel writer in the years after Watergate, Thomas Swick discovered that although writing for a newspaper was educational, there was more to be learned through romance with a foreigner.
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Letters from Trenton
While striving to become a travel writer in the years after Watergate, Thomas Swick discovered that although writing for a newspaper was educational, there was more to be learned through romance with a foreigner.
Posted inCurrent Events, Reading List
Stories are Everything: A PJ Harvey-Inspired Reading List
Frank Matt, inspired by PJ Harvey’s 2011 album Let England Shake, shares an article that resonates for each song on the record.
Posted inNonfiction
Sex Workers vs. The Internet
Since the dawn of the internet, online platforms have allowed clients to take advantage of sex workers. Now, they’re fighting back.
Posted inNonfiction, Story
Sex Workers vs. The Internet
Since the dawn of the internet, online platforms have allowed clients to take advantage of sex workers. Now, they’re fighting back.
Posted inEditor's Pick, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Unapologetic Women
A Woman, Tree or Not
Terese Marie Mailhot questions the value of Native coming of age ceremonies she missed out on.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women
A Woman, Tree or Not
Terese Marie Mailhot questions the value of Native coming of age ceremonies she missed out on.
Posted inBooks, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women
Ghost Writer: The Story of Patience Worth, the Posthumous Author
The most remarkable thing about Patience Worth wasn’t that she was dead. It was that all she wanted to do was write books.
Posted inBooks, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story
Michelle Tea and the Betrayal of Queer Memoir
Memoir is always a betrayal. When writing about life in queer subcultures, the harm of honesty can feel even greater.
Posted inBooks, Essays & Criticism, Story, Writing
The Writer Alone
A woman out of her mind, locked in an apartment. This, I believed, was the optimal, and probably only, condition under which art could be made.
