The Twelve Books of Christmas
Based on a recent tortuous visit to the mall I’d have to say tis the season of babies bawling their eyes out on Santa’s lap. But tis also the season of lists — best of lists, worst of lists, lists…
Based on a recent tortuous visit to the mall I’d have to say tis the season of babies bawling their eyes out on Santa’s lap. But tis also the season of lists — best of lists, worst of lists, lists…
I was sitting on a crowded beach the other day, when I overheard a 50-something guy say, “Did you know The Way Way Back was filmed in Onset?” The man on the towel next to him replied, “I liked that…
My daughter first sang in public when she was three years old. I can still see her in a dark-flowered dress, fearlessly belting out “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” in a husky voice that someone once referred to as a whiskey…
I was recently downloading The Wings of the Dove by Henry James onto my kindle (for free!) when I noticed that Mr. James got quite a few bad reviews. Many were the equivalent of yellow caution tape – don’t venture…
Welcome to the first installment of Dead Darlings’ mishmash of the web, a series that will appear or not appear randomly whenever we feel like it. Over the past few of weeks, Mom and Dad have been fighting in literary…
Rob Wilstein’s post The (Full) Writing Life got me thinking about how I started writing. There wasn’t a specific moment when I realized I wanted to be a poet, novelist, or whatever. I would spend years working out those details….