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weekend reads: How It Will End, by Denise Duhamel

I first found Duhamel’s work after having picked up the Best American Poetry 2009 anthology, in an effort to start reading poetry regularly again after a long, long lapse. (Okay, since college actually. Yikes, lol!) My favorite piece was, and continued to be, the poem 

this was 2012, a year in highlights

Best Song: “Down in the Valley” by The Head and the Heart. This was the year Augustana broke up, and when they did, they left a big hole in my heart. (Truth be told, even with their latest album, I could already tell things were 

best reads in 2012, because I couldn’t pick just one

I posted already about the best books I *didn’t* read in 2012, and here are some of the ones I did. I’m working on my 2012 “best of” round up and I’ve decided that I don’t want to pick between my two favorite books. They’re 

the best books of 2012 that I didn’t get to read yet

Everybody else makes their “best of year” books list, but because my backlog of books to be read is always so long, I never get to make one of those. I’m envious of those of you who read books as soon as they come out… 

on not “winning” NaNoWriMo

I didn’t “win” at NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve never actually won. The closest I came was in 2008, when I wrote 38,000 words of what would become my “practice novel”. It was the first time I’d ever tried a NaNoWriMo, and I came reasonably close. 

The Next Big Thing: Windows

I was tagged by Annie to join the Next Big Thing blog meme. You may have seen it going around the internet like mad (in the writers’ blog circle, at least.) Go check out Annie’s next big thing, Once the Darkness Comes, which sounds really 

social toxicity: the Twitter psychotic breakdown

It occurred to me this week that out of 250-something people I follow on Twitter, all but maybe 100 of them post content that makes me feel anxious and dysfunctional. How about that for inviting toxicity into my life? To reign in my work day, 

weekend reads: stories about death

Just Finished: The Opposite of Love, by Julie Buxbaum From Goodreads: When successful twenty-nine-year-old Manhattan attorney Emily Haxby ends her happy relationship just as her boyfriend is on the verge of proposing, she cant explain to even her closest friends why she did it. Somewhere 

wordless wednesday: windmills in autumn

(Pennsylvania, iPhone, out the car window.)