Spring snuck up on me this year. Actually, it sneaks up on me every year. The past couple of springs I missed prime planting time by over a month. My new garden wasn’t laid out until late last year and I was (quietly) very grumpy with the guy who put it in because it was …Read More

A few weeks ago a new Kindle DX arrived at our house, destined for the hands of my DH. It’s big. It’s fancy. It puts his students’ manuscripts in a handy, readable format that doesn’t require paper. It reads books out loud. It’s just what he always wanted. Given that I had almost five hundred …Read More

Sacrifice. Talk about a loaded word that we tend to use too lightly. I’ve always been fascinated by the animal sacrifices of old. (Santeria and a few other religious still practice it on a smaller scale.) In cultures that lived so close to the earth and whose resources were almost exclusively physical–and small–animal sacrifice must …Read More

Here comes Valentine’s Day, that day that strikes delicious, amorous terror into the hearts of so many. When I was in sixth grade, I had a boyfriend–one of the nicest boys I’d ever met. I had no idea what having a boyfriend entailed. We took a lot of walks that fall with our friends. I …Read More

I barely escaped high school with my sanity. Now I have to worry about Twitter Klout? Every year or so, it seems I have to rediscover the fact that adult life is a hell of a lot like high school. Evidence… Do you Twitter? Do you FB? Have you ever friended someone? Or friended someone …Read More

Have you seen them yet? I haven’t seen them in person, but I know for certain that there are many hardcover copies of my first novel ISABELLA MOON out there on remainder tables and carts this very minute. What are remainders? They’re the books piled onto the carts you have to struggle past to enter …Read More

When you were five or six years old, did you have a dream for your life? A ready answer to the question, what do you want to be when you grow up? I didn’t. I find that kind of sad, like I missed out on something really important. This memory is fuzzy: When I was …Read More