With some regularity I’m overtaken by timely, pretty-darn-good (I almost wrote “brilliant”) inspirations bursting with…

Snow began at 8 a.m. and is coming down fast and furious.  My thirteen-year-old languishes…

Nine p.m., Gwyn and I drive from her second Park & Rec volleyball game through…

I’ve read two books recently that are knocking over some of the great pillars of…

The writer’s life is anything but glamorous—mostly staring out the window, then crossing out what…

After a year of drafting my first young adult novel, I ran it past my…

For years I’ve practiced strange medicine, resting my ear on the body of whatever story…

I began my work day driving two nervous middle schoolers to the teachers’ picket line to…

“You’re really enjoying writing these days,” a friend recently said. She was mirroring back to…

At the close of the year I like to pay tribute to those books that…