The other night, I was chatting with my mother-in-law in my kitchen while Edwin spooned pureed vegetables into his mouth (or tried to, anyway). I was telling her how much I’d enjoyed interviewin...Read More
My son likes to look up. I don’t mean at me, or other adults, but UP up, to the sky, or the ceiling, or the ceiling fan (which he’s mesmerized by). The other day, I took him out of the ca...Read More
Back in June, I finished draft 7 of my historical novel, Waist. I did one final read-through, sent it off to a few people to read, and then let it “rest” for two months. I’d been w...Read More
If you had all the money in the world, not literally, but enough to accomplish whatever you wanted, what would you do? How would you live? How would your life be fundamentally different from the way y...Read More
