You know, friends... I've been dabbling in — and struggling through — some rare and joyful times even flowing with this writing thing for many years. Weekends reserved for the muse, I've missed Sunday brunch (and, ahem, church) for decades. But that mimosa and eggs Benedict sacrifice just paid off. My essay — with swatches cut from my memoir — just published in my dream lit-mag, The Rumpus. I got to work with editor Roxane Gay, a writing hero of mine and author of Bad Feminis