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Writing A(nother) Book
On September 12, 2020 | 0 Comments

I’m a mother three times, and the births of my children were relatively easy. I say “relatively” because they were each (also) fraught in their ways. But the upshot was the same each time: healthy baby, healthy mother. I remain incredibly grateful for this. The birth of one of them, however, was a little dicey. […]

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Maddie and the Hoffer Award
On May 15, 2018 | 1 Comments

So, maybe you’ve heard it said that writing a book is like giving birth, and publishing it is like sending one’s child out into the world. I have said that, and so have scores of others (although¬†this one disagrees and makes some excellent points while she’s at it). The comparison works less for the degree […]

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Maddie and Motherhood
On October 26, 2017 | 0 Comments

Healing Maddie Brees¬†and I are headed to another book club tonight. I am very much looking forward to it. It’s tricky, though: when invited, I always tell my host that I recognize the liability. Having an author present for her book’s discussion can decidedly hamper dialogue and limit expression: how many attendees will be willing […]

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Words Over Coffee
On September 8, 2017 | 0 Comments

His email arrived sometime in May, or maybe late April. An invitation. He’s a writer, a someday filmmaker, and he wanted to talk Art. I’ve known Joel since he was born, I guess. His family and ours go to the same church; his age falls just between that of Everett and Emma. I’m sure they […]

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All Things Hold Together
On November 16, 2016 | 1 Comments

He is before all things You can’t know–when waking at the gray cat’s paw to a dark sky–how the light will come through the trees at noon. Other things come first: the sliced turkey laid just so on the bread, carrots and cherry tomatoes, the mandarin, the note on the napkin. Coffee. He is before […]

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Inspiration, Discipline, Determination–and a Whole Lot of Help
On July 3, 2016 | 1 Comments

It feels like only weeks ago I was sitting at my little table in the public library. Biography section on the left, self-help on the right, and me at my table in the middle because here was a bright space with a window. I sat there almost every Monday morning for a span of three […]

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How It Works
On June 17, 2014 | 0 Comments

A well-known writer got collared by a university student who asked, “Do you think I could be a writer?”“Well,” the writer said, “I don’t know…. Do you like sentences?”The writer could see the student’s amazement. Sentences? Do I like sentences? I am twenty years old and do I like sentences? If he had liked sentences, […]

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At Our House
On June 9, 2014 | 2 Comments

“How is your book doing?” she asked me, and I loved the question for the way she worded it: As if the book itself was doing, as if it had agency, a life of its own. As if, left to its own devices in my desk drawer, in my laptop files, it might nonetheless continue […]

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Familiar
On May 14, 2013 | 0 Comments

Yes, this is a familiar feeling. I recognize it– and I don’t like it. I would imagine, too, that it’s almost universal: that sense of having a deadline, Something Due, and so everything else must wait, or take a back seat to it, anyway. Of course, deadlines are helpful. Even necessary. I have talked about […]

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Make-Believe
On November 2, 2012 | 0 Comments

I’m mailing it in today. Despite the list of blog posts waiting in my little notebook, I am only making time to do this. There is simply Too Much Else to do. My children have the day off today. Which means, of course, that one of them has a friend over, and another is at […]

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