Vanity Fairest

I didn’t get into Northwestern’s creative writing MFA program. I cried my eyes out for a few hours on Friday night, but I’m getting over it now. Not, however, after having declared that what I ought to do is finally accept my own mental vacuity and as yet unexploited fertility and unavoidable Trophy Wifedom, and to [...]

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After days of checking my mailbox compulsively, and even joining Molly at her post by the window, holding vigil for the mail carrier’s uncertain arrival, I became the annoying applicant who called in to ask when decision letters would go out.
First, I was told last Wednesday. Then I was assured they went out Monday morning. [...]

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