I started this newsletter in 2015 because I was young and impressionable and bought into the idea that anyone who wanted to be a successful writer…
In the lead-up to the 2020 presidential election, my life developed a rhythm: wake up, log on, spend 12 hours moving my eyeballs gradually closer and…
My boss, John Homans, died of cancer in July, two and a half weeks after telling me about his diagnosis. I am still not okay about it. At times I seem…
The other night I sat up sewing masks. This is something I’ve been doing since the start of the pandemic—my grandma taught me to sew at 10, and I…
I will put it to you as a statement of fact: white people eat grapefruit all wrong. I was alerted to this by my friend Delia Cai, who included in her…
I refused to wear uncomfortable underwear when I had coronavirus. This is probably TMI for at least 86% of the people who subscribe to this…
“Devil’s Worst Nightmare” by Fjøra has been stuck in my head for weeks now. It’s the song that plays in the background when Sabrina Spellman struts into…
My scammer texted me, “Good morning.” It was a Friday, and I was home waiting for the movers to pick up the couch I’d sold on Craigslist. Except, of…
Fall brings shades of my past self to the surface: the crispiness of it, the back-to-school shopping, the excitement that presages Halloween. So as far…
The rain came like most things do: slowly, and then all at once. I was walking through Williamsburg on my way to meet a friend at her ceramics studio…
A quick note to new subscribers: Welcome! Quite a few of you found Keynotes via my piece on newsletters for Vanity Fair. Here’s how this works: I…
I’ll admit it: I was ready to leave the beach. We’d been there since something like 11 a.m., and I was sunburnt, tired, and craving food more…