Jennifer Lawler pens a beautiful piece On arriving, one that lovingly explores the reasons why “being a writer is a hard, confusing, thankless kind of life, except for the times when it isn’t.”
Jennifer Lawler pens a beautiful piece On arriving, one that lovingly explores the reasons why “being a writer is a hard, confusing, thankless kind of life, except for the times when it isn’t.”
February 2026 split in two: Days on the mountain with my daughter. A dormant project revived. Old friends. And then, on the last day of the month, bombs. The halves of this split screen are not equal, and I don’t know how to pretend otherwise.