Recently, I gave up my e-mail program of 15-plus years and switched to a new one. (No one would accuse me of being an early adopter.) My experience in doing so---can you say "dragged kicking and screaming"?---revealed how deeply I cherish the familiar. I shouldn't be surprised about my affinity for the comforts of the... Continue Reading →
The shortening secret: why my kids won’t read novels
My mother held that the secret to a good pie was in the shortening. She would be happy to learn the same principle might be applied to fiction. I'll admit it: I'm a long-form gal. There's nothing I love better than curling up in bed on a Friday evening and losing myself in a novel.... Continue Reading →