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August

We are the stories we tell ourselves

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Met up with my friend Daniel Polansky the other day. Our meet­ings usu­ally involve a.) drinking and b.) bitching about one thing or another, but I guess I must have tipped the gripe scale even by our stan­dards, because he … Con­tinue reading

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July

An open letter to my niece

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Sweet­heart, I’m reading this book about Joan of Arc and it made me think of you, not least because Joan was born and grew up in Domrémy-la-Pucelle, a little town that’s about a four hour drive from Paris, where you … Con­tinue reading

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June

Why Chinese Intelligence has my records

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The other day, I got an email from the Office of Per­sonnel Man­age­ment (OPM) let­ting me know that my SF-86, the form I filled out in order to obtain a secu­rity clear­ance, had been stolen. While OPM never came out … Con­tinue reading

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June

An Open Letter to TheBoyInTheClock

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Dear The­BoyInThe­Clock, My friend Sam Sykes, an author of no mean repute, turned me on to your story, The Spire in the Woods. I fin­ished it yes­terday, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m not a huge horror fan. I … Con­tinue reading

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May

You’re better off lifting than weeping

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Writing, like any artistic endeavor, is fraught with mental health pit­falls. This has always been the case, for as long as we’ve cared enough about artists to learn of their per­sonal lives. Some of this is due to the uncer­tain … Con­tinue reading