I should have danced (much) less this night

For better or worse, I’ve never been one to shy away from oversharing. I kicked off my publishing career in 2003 by copping to chronic bedwetting in Jane, and followed that up with an essay about crying during a Dove self-esteem commercial. And in late 2011 – just as I fell into investigative journalism – […]

In which I read my sweat story at Litquake Festival

Last fall the organizers of San Francisco’s Litquake Festival were kind enough to invite me back to read at Lit Crawl 2011. And by “invite me back” I really mean let me invite myself back. But hey, why split hairs, right? What’s important is that Lit Crawl is brilliant fun. A 3-hour intellectual orgy that’s […]