Category: Writing
brawler
It’s been a while since I enjoyed a book as much as I did Lauren Groff’s Brawler. Her writing reminds me of (a bit) of Jhumpa Lahiri’s. Clean and crisp – never overly emotional, trite or dripping with adjectives. Every now and then though, she drops a lyrical line here and there reminding you that…
every sunday
Every Sunday, in the early evening, the smell of baking bread breakdances through the house. It slides into rooms and closets, sweeping itself under doors even if they’re shut. Sour dough bread is not something I grew up with but has become something I’ve grown to love. It’s a real struggle not to cut into…