Jillian Capewell

It’s easy to understand why some people idealize childhood. Kids are expected — nay, encouraged! — to use their growing brains to think up stories, create castles out of blocks and crayon masterpieces from blank paper, turn a pointed finger into a…

I seem to have inherited sentimentality on both sides of my family, and I feel lucky for it: come Christmastime, when I’m able to spend a few days at either of my parent’s houses, I embark on the semiannual tradition of rifling through all of their…

It’s hard to find a book-lover who hasn’t considered getting into publishing at one point or another. The idea that someone gets paid to put these unearthly, magical tomes we call books in our hands is a little mind-blowing, and that we could do…

The dreaded question that follows us through life: What do you want to be when you grow up? In elementary school, when “growing up” is a delightfully abstract concept, my answers were dreamy and easy: a princess, the President, a mailbox. Adults…