In which E explains where she’s been lately.
The author of McSweeneys’ much-loved paean to fall (It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers) has just written a genius piece for the New Yorker on the hell that can be playground life.
My favorite excerpt:
ANNA: There’s also string cheese in my hair, not sure if you saw that.
SARA: Last night, I found a cheddar Goldfish in my vagina.
ANNA: In it?
SARA: Right in it.
Read the whole thing here, if you’d like. And if you’re into Colin’s wry take on suburban ennui, I’d highly recommend Tom Perrotta’s Little Children. It’s one of my absolute favorite books, and the one that hooked me on Perrotta as a writer.
My favorite TED talk of all time. Enjoy!
Sauce up your Wednesday with this gem of a poem.
This has long been one of my favorites. Written in the mid-17th century, Marvel’s provocative verse needs no introduction:
Praise on praise for Offill’s work and its charms.
Nora Ephron’s go-to game while waiting for her table at a restaurant.