It’s been nearly two years since Into the Night came out, and sometimes in the chaos of student papers, school work, research and writing, I forget that I’ve achieved this thing. This life goal of being an author. When I do remember– like I did today when I saw that November 1st is not just the … More For Those Whose Voices Have Mattered to Me
Recently, I had the pleasure of writing a guest blog post for my friends at Stillhouse Press, a craft publisher which values working closely with emerging authors and putting out some pretty kick butt books. Called “A Lesson in Tension,” my posts discusses a workshop I took with Leslie Pietrzyk, the author of This Angel on My … More A Lesson In Tension
What three tips have I learned in 2015 about reading and writing? Click to find out. … More 3 Things I’ve Learned: End of the Year Writing Recap
Saying the term “ship graveyard” conjures images of jagged reefs, pirates, dense fog, and a ghost or two. But what if I said that I found the largest shipwreck site in the Western Hemisphere and it was actually…pleasant. Nice, even. The name Mallow’s Bay makes the place sounds more like it belongs sandwiched between graham … More Mallow’s Bay– Massive Ship Graveyard near D.C.
Like a gunshot under their feet– that’s how many Antarctic explorers like Ernest Shackleton, Robert F. Scott and more describe the explosion of sound from the thick ice cracking beneath them. It was frightening at first, then disquieting, and then finally it just became part of the journey. These men forged tirelessly across miles of … More The Crack of Ice from Below
Yesterday, as is tradition in my family, I rolled up my sleeves and measured, mixed, kneaded (and then punched down!), kneaded and braided my favorite recipe of all time: Swedish Coffee Bread: It’s only my second year making it by myself, and I’m so happy with how it turned out. But as I was hand-folding … More Bread, Tradition & Memory
There it is, that blinking line– the cursor flashing black on the white page. You sit and stare, wishing it would go away. No, wishing that it would move on its own to produce line after line of exquisite prose; something reminiscent of Joyce, or Woolf in its complexities and implications. But instead, the line … More On Defeating Writer’s Block
Yesterday something amazing happened. I was driving home from work, the open road—well, the road and hundreds of other cars were ahead of me, and my mind started to drift. For once it wasn’t about the groceries I needed to buy, and the cat I needed to clean up after. No, I had the seedling … More Wham Bam, Thank you Ma’am… for that inspiration, I mean.