Sara Ryan

1. Confession Several times over the past few years, I’ve heard about writers — some of whom are my friends — going on extended writing retreats, being extremely productive, and generally feeling renewed, inspired, etc. I myself have been very lucky to be able to attend the annual BG Literary retreats. But as amazing as [...]

I could also call this post Things and Stuff, or Open Tabs. Sighted on last night’s walk: This conversation between Vanessa Veselka and Kate Bernheimer is fascinating. I just finished Veselka’s Zazen, which I loved. It reminded me a little — not in the voice, but in something about the setting and mood — of [...]

Years ago I retrieved this from the curb. It’s the least practical object I own. I keep it in the yard, the house being somewhat lacking in surfaces on which to display a large hunk of rusting metal. I especially love the clouded glass through which you could at one point have viewed your fortune. [...]

I am unreasonably amused by this acquisition, found (with pre-customized neckline) yesterday at the reliably fabulous Rerun: Here’s a better look at the design: Does anybody recognize the artist? I really want there to be a lot of stories about these characters, because dachshund-riding badger, both with fetching headgear? Plus the smoking, to noir it [...]

“I’ve noticed your progress,” said the nice woman at the gym this morning. “Thank you so much!” I managed to reply, though I’d just been contemplating how slow my progress was. My squat sets had seemed much, much harder, even though I’d done them inside the squat cage instead of with free weights the way [...]