To MFA or not to MFA. That has occupied my mind since learning of the MFA as a young writer and undergrad. To me, the MFA had always held...

No one wants to read your stuff. Not even your mom. You are too politically incorrect. You can’t write. Who do you even read? “I think...

Oh, rejection. It’s a shriveled orange. It’s the spider inside the banana. It’s a human’s lot and a writer’s eighty-acre wood. And if...