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The personal essay. Creative non-fiction. Memoir. Cultural crit. Maligned though some of these terms (and genres) may currently be, I’m a fan. Yes, I earned a graduate degree in fiction. Yes, it turns out that non-fiction is my genre of choice. Let’s not tell the people who gave me the generous fellowship.
Below, a sampling of some essays, published and otherwise.
published in The Riverfront Times (St. Louis):
Your Friends and Neighbors: The
Extended Review
Happy Holidays: A Short History
of One Jew’s Christmases in America
Ode to Parking
published in The East Bay Express (San Francisco Bay
Area):
The New Motherhood
published in Bitch:
Charmed and Dangerous: The So-Called
Power of Celluloid Witches
Where Rules Rule: The Pink, Swirly
Rise of the Girl’s Guide
published on my computer:
The Berkeley Bowl: How I Love You
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