Thank you for your perspective, Rose. I think that often our approach as supposed allies is to simply trash and block anyone who is uneducated on antiracism--and anyone who is still stuck in blind, hierarchical thinking. I read an article the other day by a BIPOC author who was tired…

Well, How’s All That Hate Working for Us? — In the hours before chaos rained down in Washington on January 6th, one of my friends expressed her fear about the House, Senate and Presidency all being controlled by Democrats. …

When True Stories are Hard Stories — Yesterday at lunch, Reed said all racists and homophobes should just die and do the world a favor. I know I’m supposed to think that, too. Why is it so complicated to love someone? — Looking Glass Girl, Work in Progress I’m a tenth of the way into my novel…

"All White People are Racist." It's actually something I agree with. …

My watch phrase has become "Disrupt the echo chamber." And the only way we can do that is by speaking kindly and respectfully to those with whom we disagree--and explaining precisely why we disagree. I spend what many friends see as way too much time doing this, but it is important to me. It's so good to see I am not alone.

I think we white girls just need to chill for a while — I have not yet seen the new Netflix series, Bridgerton, but when you brought it up, I was intrigued. You didn’t like it — partly because of its hyper-sexual nature, which would probably make me squirm too. You also found jarring the presence of Black gentry, which to you seemed…

Even though all I ever wanted was to save his life — My autistic adult son is my truth-teller. And today’s truth makes me wonder, in my solar plexus, whether I am a monster. I am explaining to him the origins of Halloween, a holiday he hates because of its preoccupation with horror. “Traditionally,” I say, in my best teacher-voice, “‘All Hallows’…

How to get out of a research loop and finish your book — I’m in the final push for my novel draft, and Monday I lost my glasses. I cannot read without my glasses — not books, not screens, not anything. “Great,” I said. “Now I’ll be writing blind.” ​ And I realized that — after plotting almost every scene all the way…

How to bring back that exhilaration you miss — Remember when you were a kid writer, and you’d write about four friends who solve the mystery of the porcupines on the moon? Or when you were a teenage writer and you wrote about a maniacal doctor with a secret lab, who turned people into sad, electric ghosts? And now…