Where do your stories live?

As a Mother’s Day gift this year, I asked my family not for a thing but for an experience. “Let’s get together once a week and read a book aloud.” With much grumbling—and some one-upsmanship involving my 16-year-old proving how much more mature he is than his 13-year-old brother by being more agreeable—the three men... Continue Reading →

What you don’t know won’t kill you

We've all heard the cliché "Write what you know." Perhaps it’s a useful instruction to beginning writers so they don’t get distracted while learning the basics of craft. Beyond that, it seems silly. My journalism training gave me the confidence to write about almost anything, as long as I was willing to do research. I... Continue Reading →

Art vs. commerce

Last week, my usually sedate monthly critique group erupted in a lively debate. We're a diverse bunch, consisting of non-fiction writers pursuing memoir and personal essay, as well writers in various fiction genres: chick-lit, mystery, young-adult fantasy, historical, and literary (me). We seem like a gaggle of odd geese but I have come to really... Continue Reading →

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