How did it go? Pretty well. I made it, anyway.
It’s one thing to torch people’s time, it’s quite another to torch their faith in humanity.
Is getting nominated for a Pushcart Prize something to brag about?
Virginia Woolf said, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
While marketing my debut novel, We Take Care of Our Own, I have made a couple of unsettling discoveries.
His ability to speak and write on jazz, “America’s music,” was singular. His ability to not only back up but expand on his strong opinions about music, race, and art was deft, enlightening, genius.
Looking into drivers’ faces becomes for me a handy reminder of the essential humanness of humanity: we are many, we are trying, we are struggling, we are on our way.
Had a bit of a panic attack on the day before Christmas, brought on by my acrophobia.
The worst part about waking up in the middle of the night is that the wakefulness sends me to a place of zero productive thinking.
After answering a bunch of questions, I can now say I am Gryffindor material.