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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The man sitting next to me was asleep. He’d been that way for a few hours—at least since we’d hit I-95, on our way out of the touristy heart of Boston…
This month Bieber dropped his apology album, and I forgave him. I forgave all the douchey things he's ever done, all the breakups and peen shots…
Welcome, beautiful subscribers, to the first issue (Can something be an 'issue' if it's a newsletter? Unclear.) of Keynotes. I've been bookmarking like…
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…
“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…