There are a bunch of lies about pregnancy that need to be dispelled immediately ( Read more... )

You know what I liked in 2014?  Lots of things, actually.  I liked being nominated for writing awards.  I liked winning the Shirley Jackson.  I liked becoming pregnant (well, the actual process lacked a certain something--something about a doctor inserting a catheter through one's cervix for the purpose of putting sperm into one's uterus lacks a ( Read more... )

When I was a teenager and depressed, all that helped was music.  I stopped reading, I didn't really care about anything else, I lost almost all my friends (well, they were asshole teenagers anyway), I slept all the time, but I got my shit together to go out and hear music, because that was the only thing that still made me feel good.  The problem ( Read more... )

This write-up is specifically for my friend Psyche Ready, who could not come with me to Irving Plaza Saturday night because she is very responsibly committed to paying her rent, and so had to go into work on Sunday morning in Virginia, where she now lives ( Read more... )

Tor.com has provided me with two awesome bits of news recently, about two pieces I'm particularly proud of, one each.  Without further ado:

1) Burning Girls, the novella I wrote a Jewish witch in Poland and New York City is in Tor.com's annual "Some of the Best" anthology!  I'm very pleased, of course.  The honor comes with a mini-review by Carl ( Read more... )

I'm watching the 2005 TV show Surface, about a bunch of different people dealing with sea monsters, and the government cover-up to prevent the general public knowing about the sea monsters ( Read more... )

Friday night, I went downtown to see the So So Glos, the best band in NYC, play the Mercury Lounge.  This was nice for me, because usually they play their own place, Shea Stadium, which is what we New Yorkers call a royal pain in the ass to get to, as it's in Greenpoint on the G.  (Note for non-New Yorkers: the G train is the only subway in the ( Read more... )

"O when may it suffice ( Read more... )

Only white people get to vote, and women don't even get to finish talking about abortions, let alone have them.

Throw a teenage love triangle in there, and maybe we could get a movie deal out of this hellscape.

Rise back up like a particularly pissed-off vampire ( Read more... )