Loan Le is an associate editor at Simon and Schuster's Atria imprint. She graduated from Fairfield University in 2014 with a bachelor's degree in English and in 2017 with an MFA degree in fiction writing. She has an affinity for stories that almost never end happily, which causes concerned companions to ask about the state of her psyche. In her free time Loan likes to eat too much of everything, go to her eccentric NYC writing group, binge on Netflix, and spend time with her friends. She tweets all the time (@loanloan) and sometimes blogs at writerloanle.me.
Realizing that I could have easily shortened the title by saying “Things I Can’t Do” instead of “Things I’m Incapable of Doing” Remembering song lyrics and singing along to said song lyrics Quoting lines from films–doesn’t matter if they’re mainstream or obscure Keeping the left side of my bed free from stacks of paper and […]More
The simultaneous turn of heads compels you to pause your music. You were lost in your own world before, hypnotized by chaotic rhythms that get you through the morning commute. You look left when you see synchronized movement and notice, a couple of seats away, a man on the ground. He is still. You look twice, thinking he’s homeless or mentally ill; you’ve trained yourself to spare a glance—and only that—to people like them: those whose homes are in public spaces, bodies splayed across park benches, subway seats, or outside suit-and-tie offices. But this man is slumped against the door. He wears khaki pants, a red-and-white argyle sweater, and Sperrys. A briefcase lies beside him.More
I enrolled in Modern and Contemporary Dance. Cue the initial stages of awkwardness, as I recalled early childhood memories of dance classes (tap, jazz, and hip hop) with Miss Beverley, courtesy of Waterbury Park and Recreation: the horror of doing solos, the feeling of utter failure as my clumsy body tried to mirror my teachers’ lithe movements, and oh god, the glittery dance costumes and corny photos . . .More
Originally posted on Will Write For Food 2015:
By Loan Le You’re not supposed to stick antibiotic capsules up your butt. You’re not supposed to drink eight to 10 cans of Monster Energy drink every day. And you’re definitely not supposed to pee 1 1/2 gallons of urine during a four-hour power sleep. But Sean Cononie,…
Fourth grade. Waterbury, Connecticut. I’m back at my old school. Construction paper animal cutouts pinned to the hallway walls. Stinky multi-color cubbies. Cafeteria tables stained with grape juice spills. I’m in the bathroom, peeing, when I hear the main door slam against the wall, the squelch of my usual tormentors’ Mary Janes as they find their way towards me.More