Sorry I haven’t posted any writing updates in the past few days. I’ve been busy. My niece, Jamey, went into Children’s Hospital Tuesday morning to have surgery on both of

Last week I arrived at the coffeehouse and realized that I’d forgotten my glittery magic orange Clinique bag. The magic orange bag contains pens, pencils, earplugs, scissors, tape, a stapler,

Oh dear. I think today’s the day I’ve been dreading. I must kill one of my pets. Don’t call the ASPCA. I’m talking about a few paragraphs of prose here,

This morning, I once again walked into Caribou Coffee at the corner of Tremont and Zollinger, the same coffeehouse I write at nearly every day. The manager, Paul, called me