Eliza Pillsbury 7/20/26 Eliza Pillsbury 7/20/26

This is not The Artist’s Way

It’s something even better.

Eliza Pillsbury 7/3/26 Eliza Pillsbury 7/3/26

Grief Porn

Hamnet, The Pornographer, and Camp Mystic

Eliza Pillsbury 6/14/26 Eliza Pillsbury 6/14/26

Theories on the erotic and the public, featuring my close personal friend Connor Storrie

Eliza Pillsbury 2/14/25 Eliza Pillsbury 2/14/25

Or, “Lies My Preacher Told Me”

Eliza Pillsbury 2/7/25 Eliza Pillsbury 2/7/25

The very thing that circumscribes my femininity could kill me.

Eliza Pillsbury 11/7/24 Eliza Pillsbury 11/7/24

This is all I’ve got for now.

Eliza Pillsbury 11/13/23 Eliza Pillsbury 11/13/23

Forced pregnancy is a lot like breaking and entering.

Eliza Pillsbury 10/30/23 Eliza Pillsbury 10/30/23

Messy thoughts on marriage, religion, and my own insecurities.

Eliza Pillsbury 10/23/23 Eliza Pillsbury 10/23/23

The Texas Rose Festival can’t be explained—only experienced. I think the same could be said about Tyler, Texas.

Eliza Pillsbury 10/16/23 Eliza Pillsbury 10/16/23

Eliza Pillsbury 9/25/23 Eliza Pillsbury 9/25/23

The name of my newsletter comes from the French idiom, avoir un cœur d’artichaut.