Sometimes when I don’t know what to write, I feel lost. I stand up and sit down with the hope that the brief change of elevation will bring words to the right place in my brain. I write something and delete it. Write and delete it. I blame it on the music and change my…
mint in the water
I’m back from my room. There are two sides of the coin when it comes to talking about the process of trying to actually create something, or maybe 3 or 4 sides, as when I’m talking about writing, the metaphor is bound to break down, sooner or later. There are some people who can talk…
into the brine
My girls have these women in their lives–a few of my close friends I’ve known forever who stepped in at their births and swore to love them and protect them with all they have. We call them aunties, and I feel so lucky to have them. I was the first among these few of my…
week's end
The more busy I feel, the more I yearn a warm afternoon on the back porch with a BIG BEER. Luckily, the busyness is good too, and I’m sandwiched in between signings and demonstrations, after which I’ll have my beer. (Never drive a kitchen aid under the influence.) Last night I got to read at…
the home cook
When I was seventeen, I auditioned for the theater program at Julliard. Actors are a loony bunch, always convincing themselves that they are exactly what they tell themselves to be. I remember waiting in the hallway, dressed in my serious long black skirt, loosening my jaw, breathing deeply. Everyone in that hallway muttered to themselves,…
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Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 