Mr. Big never complains. He never asks for anything. It makes me sick. Sometimes I just want to bite his nose off. And they love him ever so fucking much. He’s the favorite, I can tell even though the treat … Continue reading
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Sigh. I really need to take a news break. More and more, I switch the radio from NPR to the local college station, which plays everything from alternative rock to reggae to jazz to prestissimo electric—at night when students need … Continue reading
Before starting today’s blog, I made a list. It helped me think about what to write, and it reminded me that I, as have millions of Americans and many more around the world, at one time or another subscribed … Continue reading
I Was a Trophy Wife & Other Essays by Shannon Page Essays about life, love, loss, creativity, money–and, above all, finding one’s voice. “These essays will make you laugh, cry, wince, and wonder.” Karen G. Berry, author of Shopping at … Continue reading
I have been a full time writer since 2005. During that time, I’ve penned eight original or shared-world novels, had five of them published and am working sporadically on a tenth book (well, and an eleventh and a twelfth . . … Continue reading
Free Cornish Army by Chris Dolley A short memoir of a huge hoax. The true story of a student who, to publicise Plymouth Charities Week, created the Free Cornish Army and convinced the UK media that Cornwall had risen up … Continue reading
The machine was old when I bought it, and I’ve had it for more years than I want to remember. It came to me in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where I was living at the time—a California girl who followed her boyfriend … Continue reading
I have on occasion contributed a series to this blog called “Raised in a Barn.” It is a loose series of anecdotes about my, um, colorful childhood, spent between Greenwich Village (in the 1960s) and the converted barn in rural … Continue reading
As part of the process of downsizing prior to moving house, I had to go through a packet of parental artifacts passed from sister to sister to me. It was my sad job to off-load 1940’s dance cards, 1950’s business … Continue reading
Pard Gets a New Catnip Mouse The Annals of Pard XXI by Ursula K. Le Guin Don’t worry, I can hold my catnip. I am perfectly steady on my feet. … Continue reading