The Importance of Knowing Your Stuff

My writing instructors always touted the importance of knowing mythology and religion. It is important, they always said, to know the Bible. To know Greek myth. To know your history. Why? Because there are no new stories. We all know this. It’s pounded into our heads over and over – we aren’t original, we aren’t … Continue reading

Sweet, Sweet September Respite

I am going on VACATION in September. Now, I’m a grown lady, to be sure. But I have never been on vacation without my family. Oh, I’ve spent weekends in the mountains with friends and I’ve gone on short trips to California for conferences and the like, but never a week long thing without the … Continue reading

The Spam Strikes Again

Spammer: “Thank you for share very nice knowledges. Your blog is very goodI am impressed by the information that you have on this blog. It shows how well you understand this subject. Bookmarked this page, will come back for more. You, my friend, ROCK! I found just the information I already searched everywhere and just … Continue reading

July is One Mean Mother

July is punching me in the face. I have one of these months every year, where everything just piles on, one thing right after another. It makes me feel like lying on the couch in my underwear drinking whiskey with the blinds drawn. First the house hunting is going nowhere. The girl whose house I’m … Continue reading

What a Week, What a Week

What a week I’ve had! It’s been storming every night here in Denver, a very unusual occurrence for mid-July in Colorado. And not only has there been rain and flooding, but electrical storms, and lots of them. Not just spurts of lightning – I turned out my lights last night and just watched as the … Continue reading


I am getting lost in the flea market. There are hundreds of aisles, hundreds of booths, hundreds of people walking through a wasteland of old chairs, VHS tapes, dolls with cracked faces. There are tables with peeling paint, cameras that have not worked in years but look cool, quilts someone’s grandmother made. There are tarnished … Continue reading

In Which I Discover the Night Circus

I am reading an advanced reader’s copy of Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus. I am not finished – I am a mere 200 pages into the book, and I am mesmerized. There’s something about the way it is written, the slow, dreamy pacing and the attention to sensory detail that keeps me reading after I … Continue reading