Lab Girl

I don’t recommend books very often. Partly because writing books of my own cuts into my…

If It Looks Like a Book

I considered taking the printed versions of interior layout options for my new book elsewhere before…

Switzerland and the Alps

I was prepared for chocolate and cheese, for beautiful scenery and a few rainy days. But…

Prom

So, I chaperoned the prom last night, and I was struck by two things. First of…

To Have Been There

Paris was the first place I ever went outside of North America. It had taken me…

Tiny Beautiful Things

I probably mentioned back in the summer of 2017 that I was reading a book called…

The Hand-Off

This picture is really just because my cat feels like she doesn’t get mentioned enough on…

Writers and their Cats

My cat is hoping to be included in the next edition, which she’d prefer be titled,…

The Letter

Every New Year’s Eve I write a letter to myself. I type it, actually, on the…

On Ballet and Weight Gain

There’s something about being a woman and gaining weight that is entirely unpleasant. I’m a skinny…

Faulkner and Funerals

I was genuinely moved at a funeral this week when the deceased’s widow brought up William…

Manuscript Babies

  This picture was taken without my knowledge while at Disneyland last week with a certain…

Pining for Seasons

There’s a framed picture on my bedroom wall of a group of people ice skating in…

Our Version of Truth

A fan of Ira Glass and his weekly This American Life broadcasts (LaDonna, anyone??), I haven’t…

Anais Nin and a Writing Update

  After several thousand more words, I’m officially 70% done with my new manuscript. Since my…

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

As soon as I heard that luxury mammoth Tiffany & Co had opened a cafe in…

Because I Also Write Books

It’s easy to forget that, especially because there are so many other things to talk about…

LeBron James: He Gone?

It was never a question of whether or not I would go. And, despite the epic…

Gambling is Easy

I’d never really done it, see, other than a company party one year where they brought…

Stars and the Moon

My dear hometown jeweler, who recently passed way, has a son who spent several years of…

A Thousand Splendid Suns

There’s always a bit of shame for a bookish, English-degree-holding writer in books she probably should…