Strange things grow in Angie’s yard in North Carolina and in my yard in the Boston area. What’s the meaning??
Almost everything I write starts off as crap. But through an iterative process of whittling away at the piece, it usually ends up where I wanted it to be. In this piece, I use some examples of the first draft of one of my other published essays to show how well revision works.
After my first week as a blogaziner (there’s a mouthful), I reflect on the lessons learned and the successes. Overall, it was a pretty good week. I also write about my feelings about how we will recognize my aunt’s passing and the strange Jewish urges that are taking hold of me.
Strange things turn a person on. This is a story about one of those strange things.