“It’s a lot like nuts and bolts – if the rider’s nuts, the horse bolts!” ― Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer Up in the high desert, I have a friend Beth. The closest thing I know to a horse whisperer. … Continue reading
Let me count the ways I have tried to get the point across that you—yes, YOU—need an editor: I've said so in my book, I've made a video, I've told you why I desperately needed one... I've tried it every which way I can. It does seem like the message is sinking in somewhat, but I still meet self-publishers who think they'll manage fine by themselves and send their book out into the world without it ever passing by the eyes of a professional editor.
One time in Belize, because Mischa and I miscued on who was in charge of whose bags, my backpack with all my camera gear and SD cards—all of our pictures from the whole trip—took off in the small airplane for … Continue reading
Since serving as Associate Editor at Hayden’s Ferry Review, I continue to keep a finger on the pulse of the literary offerings at the Virginia G. Piper Center for Creative Writing. I’m thankful for my experiences at Piper and the … Continue reading
My always-thoughtful father-in-law, sent me this postcard about Mischa surprising him in Paris for his birthday. I shall give my translation skills a whirl. Too bad I’m meeting my German- speaking, Swiss journalist friend for breakfast–too late for a translation … Continue reading
Just when I established a rhythm, just when I thought I had it all under control, it all kind of oozed out between my fingers. Or at least one finger. I was on a (writing) roll in February. Kids were … Continue reading
Last week my fifteen-year-old laughed at seeing her breath one morning as she scraped frost off her the windshield of the car. For the first time. My pleasure came from the pure, uncensored delight of that laugh. She’s a teenager. … Continue reading
I kissed my husband, Mischa goodbye February 15th. He’s on a mission to intercept his father and SURPRISE him for his 75th birthday.The kicker? His father’s in PARIS on a weekend trip with his girlfriend. And he doesn’t know his son’s about to … Continue reading
My twelve-year-old posed this question. With the days of the sparkly Valentine’s box and confetti-decorated, pink cupcakes mostly behind us, I pondered my own questions. Who is this boy? What is he like? What does it mean to be someone’s … Continue reading
I accidentally hit speed dial the other day. To my grandmother. She’s been dead now 4-5 five years. Seems impossible. You’d think I’d clean up my phone. Remove the speed dials that don’t work anymore. But I can’t. I love … Continue reading
