ARTWRITING

Silver and Gold Follow me, if you will, up the flagstone path, up the brick steps, pushing through the screen door to my childhood home...

“Mama’s bagging the bag, girls,” Ebella called from the front door. Louise and Vida came running out of their bedroom, still in their...

After her mother confiscated her phone, she made Kayla sit down on the bed and handed her one of her gigantic art books. It was open. "I...

No Matter What Happens lunar faces look down at our neatly bisected pedestal pondering the fate of our divisibility they don't notice the...

The screen door slammed. His thinking chair. Please. Grace hadn’t even stopped to put on her boots. The grass was wet beneath her bare...

I realized last year that childhood Sundays weren’t ever as fun as I remembered them being. I blockaded myself into the corner of my room...

My husband and I raised our sons in the brownstone apartment in which I grew up. The presence of the past was impossible to avoid. Every...

Every time Joely was in the Loop and walked by the Chicago and the Oriental theaters, she wondered how it was possible to long for an...

The sections of the Sunday paper had already separated and fallen into an unruly pile. I was sprawled on my back on the day bed with Nick...

The Inspirational Vines By Bellamy Burke Ashley was in her painting room and was really struggling on what she wanted to paint next. She...

Masks on the bedside table, between the couch cushions, on every counter. Everywhere like reading glasses. Under the front seat of my...

Sometimes Joely’s brain felt like a rubber band that couldn't stretch wide enough. It was an unsettling feeling, and all kinds of things...

When Francie Nolan’s’ little brother suggests she go to a far off college so she can get rid of her Brooklyn accent, Francie, the heroine...

It’s all I want to look at right now. Uncomplicated beauty. Except I can’t help complicating it. I can’t be passive. Back and forth I go...

Before I left New York to live in Brittany for my senior year of high school, I fell in love with a Kenzo dress during a shopping trip to...

It began with reapplying eyeliner multiple times before she succeeded in drawing a line that wasn’t too thick and ended with a pile of...

I’d much rather watch actors rehearse a scene than attend a performance. Behind-the-scenes documentaries of ballet companies, podcasts...

I’ve been obsessed with Julie Maren since I launched ArtWrite. Her work got me thinking about how to approach writing about color, so...

I’m a huge believer in the process of writing, and the first step is always a free write. No structure, no coherence, no intention, no...

During the final weeks of my first pregnancy, I felt like I was stuck at an airport gate waiting to board a delayed flight to an exotic...