When I finally began to write about what I knew (it’s obvious— but it’s not obvious until you know what it is you know!) it felt like opening a door and coming home. This wasn’t really a matter of the subjects—people, relationships, families: I’d tried all that before. It was a matter of the voice; it was that I discovered what I sounded like, what I needed to sound like, to tell my truth about what I saw.
by Evelyn Somers
There’s nothing monotonous about the intensity of Hadley’s perspective, even if her gaze is often turned on the details of daily life.
by Juhi Singhal Karan
Here’s a list, there’s a list, everywhere there’s lists and more lists! In keeping with the tradition, we bring to you the best of the best, a meta-list if you will, of the best books of 2014, authored by none other than bloomers!
by Vicraj Gill
“There are people . . . like me . . . who seem to stay latent until a suppressed vocation gene is switched on by the attainment of some appropriate life stage. I remember registering the following thought: now that I’ve waited out the lived part of my life, my real work can finally begin.”