A dispatch from the summer of 2021.

I wonder if they’ll believe us when we tell them how bad it got. In my mind, when I imagine us talking about it, it’s dead and gone but we’re still alive — you and me and everybody who is still here. We are old and we are healthy. …

What do you have to say?

Sometime in the years leading up to the Civil War, dearly beloved Massachusetts weirdo Emily Dickinson wrote a poem that would be taught in endless American public high school English classrooms of the future.

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that…

An illustrated horror fairy tale

Irina knew what they were thinking. But she hadn’t done it.

It wasn’t her fault, no matter how hard they all stared. Even the priest, that sanctimonious hypocrite, that lecherous fool — even he fixed her with a look of penetrating disapproval.

She gazed at the priest, and she did…

Remember, your body is real

Two women with gray hair and one woman with red hair, all in a low lunge on yoga mats in a yoga studio with a hardwood floor. Behind them are turquoise ropes for assistance in other stretches.

When we live inside our heads, fretting about this or that, focusing on one project or the other, it’s rather easy to forget that nature gave us a bunch of other parts besides our worried brains. In fact, those parts — when taken as a whole — make up an…

Imagine what could’ve been…

A California freeway stretching ahead through hills on the Central Coast.

I’ve never seen the 1998 film Sliding Doors, but the concept is fascinating: what kind of life would you have if you made one seemingly small alternate choice? In the spirit of lives we’ve never lived — and, I suppose, films I’ve never seen — we’re going to do a…

Return to the present, over and over

The author, a woman with dark blonde hair and red lipstick, closes her eyes and wears a red winter knit cap with a label on the front that reads, “HELLO DOLLY! ISN’T THE WORLD FULL OF WONDERFUL THINGS?” as her gray cat, Polly the Demon Queen, sniffs her forehead.

Are you a time traveler? Me too. I can relive anything I remember, anytime I want. And do you visit other dimensions? Same here. We are human; we are creative; perhaps we even call ourselves artists. …

I regret to inform you that we must vacuum

A pet hair vacuum featuring an orange tank with a grey hose and silver and grey attachment

In my own pantheon of household chores, laundry is god and dirty dishes are demons. But through trial and error, I have learned a tragic truth: both chores are equally effective in helping jog me out of a stuck creative brain. …

Sara Benincasa

Author, REAL ARTISTS HAVE DAY JOBS (and other books). Writer of scripts. Host of WELL, THIS ISN’T NORMAL podcast. Patreon.com/SaraBenincasa

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