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 →
Finland and Estonia in Bits and Pieces
Others have written reports about the 75th World Science Fiction Convention in Helsinki. Yes, it was swell–and better attended than they expected, to the extent that you often could not… Read more Finland and Estonia in Bits and Pieces →
All My Bags Are Packed
No, actually, they’re not. On Thursday evening I’m heading off to Finland (and Estonia! Don’t forget Estonia!) for 10 days for the World Science Fiction Convention, otherwise known as Worldcon. Worldcon is held in a different place every year–last year it was in the midwest, this year, Helsinki. And for the first time in forever, I have not been planning obsessively, I don’t have a complex matrix of schedule and place and so on. And it occurred to me this morning that I’m not really sure why that is. Could… Read more All My Bags Are Packed →
