“Self-sufficiency, dirty hands, reclamation, cooperation with nature, establishing a sense of place in a world that can often be hostile towards you…it is truly miraculous to harvest food from your garden.“
My brand new essay, “The Garden as Teacher” is available now on my Man & Meaning Substack!
Yes. I find the more I give myself permission to write what I think is fun without worrying about whether it “matters,” the more I write stories that readers enjoy.
Also, this: “There is no escape: everything is a trope, and tropes are narrative tools, but they should not be the thing that defines your novel.”
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
“That hope chest certainly is filled with hope — for the male partner, that is, who has the luxury of showing up for a relationship without having anything to offer.”
Amazing level of ignorance, really. I believe it has to be intentional.
While I’m commmenting: I would be shocked if most men ever noticed, let alone cared, that the towels and, say, blankets were matched. Or mismatched. (And if you’re claiming that men don’t have dishes or towels, you’re in for a surprise when you finally meet one!) We are famously perfectly content with using an old wire spool as a table.
Finally: I don’t know which is more absurdly wrong: believing that women have noncontrol over their lives, or believing that men have full control over yours--let alone their own.