Sarah E. Moffett

When I was writing, it was necessary for me to read after I had written. If you kept thinking about it, you would lose the thing that you were writing before you could go on with it the next day. It was necessary to get exercise, to be tired in the body, and it was […]

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What is art?
Snoozing, aren’t you.
I generally am too when someone pulls that gem out of the air. Then I heard an answer in the most unlikely place.

If only all of life’s mysteries were discoverable in the midst of a rock opera complete with laser show, faux-snow, and pyrotechnician’s dream.
Paul O’Neill, one of the founders of […]

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I want my book banned. Unfortunately, given my childhood’s PG experiences, I will probably not be joining the ranks of Gabriel Marquez on Iran’s banned book list. (As if anyone in Iran knows about Growing Up Moffett.) Then again, Growing Up Moffett isn’t exactly as provocative as Marquez’s Memories of My Melancholy Whores, which was […]

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Dear Publisher,
The second book is underway. After months of collecting stories, trips to visit relevant locations, and intense existential soul searching, I have managed to produce a whopping five pages. Granted, most of it is a letter to my mother apologizing for the noodle incident, but the remainder of it is genius.
Why so few pages you […]

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