The minute you start to think of it as work, it all falls apart. But if you don't think of it as work, you'll never finish anything.

The last girl I danced with was my Aunt Et. It was my sister's wedding. She was 98. Aunt Et was, not my sister. I'd spent most of th...

I'm not sure if I wrote this as a dare for her, or as a dare for myself. Got invited to see @JoyceCarolOates at the same time as I ha...

Q: Hey Matthue, What do you do when you hate your book? Start from the beginning? Randomly change words here and there? Delete paragrap...

This Monday night, I'm reading with some jaw-droppingly vital Hasidic writers in Crown Heights. Please be there. You really aren't g...

My wonderful friend Sarah Lefton wrote me an email the other day: I just want you to know that although I have no idea what your feelings...