Mind the Gap
When I consider it, and I have been considering it lately, all the books I’ve written that I thought worked had a gap in the writing process, somewhere a little… Read more Mind the Gap →
Did You See What I Did There?
Olympic figure skating is one of those things. I never mean to watch, and then, somehow, there I am and five hours have passed and it’s late and my head is full of salchows and axels and spangles. There are a lot of brilliant technicians out there on the ice, and they’re riveting to watch, but the ones I love are the performers. Anent this, I was directed to Jason Brown’s 2014 performance at the US National Championships. He’s not just good–he is a brilliant performer, and more than that,… Read more Did You See What I Did There? →
Choosing to be Merry, _ammit
The _ key on my laptop is not working. This has been a trying year. A year ago in November there was the election, about which, perhaps, the less spoken,… Read more Choosing to be Merry, _ammit →
Reading (In)Discriminately
Okay: raise your hands. When you were younger (say, teen- to young-adulthood) how many of you read pretty much everything? Finished even the rotten books because they were… well, they… Read more Reading (In)Discriminately →
Like Penelope
When my peers were taking piano lessons, I was taking weaving lessons. My family placed a premium on the arts and the more esoteric crafts, and when my parents realized… Read more Like Penelope →
Autre Temps
The photo below is from the Spring, 1957 issue of Bride and Home. The three players are me (in the vermillion romper), my mother (in the jumpsuit, in the middle,… Read more Autre Temps →
Preorder Welcome to Dystopia
“The Road South,’ written by me with Becca Caccavo (aka younger daughter), will be appearing in Welcome to Dystopia in early 2018. It’s Bec’s first fiction sale, my first… Read more Preorder Welcome to Dystopia →
No, I Won’t Put You In My Book
My daughters gave me this t-shirt a few years ago. I don’t wear a lot of t-shirts–particularly t-shirts with slogans on them–but I keep it for exercising and for those… Read more No, I Won’t Put You In My Book →
