A friend approaches an author at a party. "So, what's your new book about?" The author swirls the wine in her glass, takes a deep breath, and begins. “Well, there’s this woman, see, and she’s being held hostage in her kitchen by her son, and he tries to get her to listen to him but... Continue Reading →
I have a shocking confession: I love to read my work in front of an audience. Shocking, perhaps, because so many people hate to be on stage (fear of public speaking is said to loom larger than fear of death). Maybe it's the long-abandoned theater artist in me. Maybe it's the thrill of knowing that... Continue Reading →
When my kids were little, we went to the San Mateo County Fair for the rides and the pig races. Now they've lost interest, but I have a great reason to go: The fantastic Literary Arts lineup. An enormous amount of work (much of it by Literary Arts Director and fellow CWC member Bardi Rosman... Continue Reading →
