My brother’s ex texted from Fresno, CA: looting has begun. It’s an economically challenged place, and people are breaking into stores and restaurants at night, stealing essentials. Looting seems a fairly logical human response to current times. More so than…
My husband and I spent two days last month attending a songwriter festival, and you should not feel bad if you don’t know exactly what that is. We didn’t either, which made the ticket price that much more disconcerting. We…
Last year I read a novel that was ruined (for me) by this: A family with adult children finds out that one of the kids, for some urgent business reason, needs $150,000 right away or something horrible will occur. It…
Oh, December. We meet again. In the season of stress and excess, a breezy batch of suggestions for how to keep writing through the holidays might be as well-received as Tracy Flick’s earnest-bordering-on-psycho campaign for student body president in the…
After a head injury, a lifelong word-lover – a voracious reader and dedicated writer – is forbidden by her doctor to read or write. She’s instructed to instead fill her time with “mindless activity such as television, which requires no…
An inauspicious anniversary recently passed; it’s been a full year since I signed a contract with a literary agent to represent my novel. The day marked twelve months of suspense, frustration, and heartbreak at rejection emails worded with such tact…