For the holidays, Luisa and I gave each other Kindle Paperwhites from Amazon. We’d been reading on original Kindles for the past three years. It started when it became difficult for Luisa to comfortably manage heavy books and I bought her one. At the time, we lived full-time on our remote farm in the Coastal Hills […]
Last Saturday night I gave the first in a series of public readings from my non-fiction memoir, Sometimes I See You. I was nervous, but thinking about the questions I had to answer to get the million dollar insurance policy that protected the Sebastopol Center for the Arts facility from damage had an amazing calming
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For a couple of years, Luisa attended summer writing workshops at Cannon Beach, Oregon. One of the workshop presenters was poet and author, Judith Barrington. The first book of Judith’s that I read was Lifesaving: A Memoir. This powerful story of a young woman coming to terms with the accidental death of her parents was
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Maybe I put radio on too high a pedestal. These days, I listen a lot to National Public Radio and Pacifica. Both of these networks feature shows that interview writers and I’m always impressed with how sophisticated and confident these folks sound. Later this month, I’ll kick off a series of public readings from my
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We’ll get back on track soon, but at the moment Newtown’s much on my mind. This tragedy was brought home to me in the person of my 12-year old granddaughter, Marley, who’s staying with us for a couple of weeks while her mom and dad are traveling. I drove Marley to school every morning the
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My day lay ahead with nothing on my agenda except to write. I hadn’t had a day like this in weeks and I was energized to imagine how much I’d accomplish. Of course there was that service appointment with the Comcast technician who would arrive before noon and determine why the closed captioning on our
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That’s a question a reader asked after he finished my fictional short story “Clarisse” in my first short story collection, Gone to Ground. At first, I didn’t see the significance. As far as I knew, I’d never been a woman and I was sure I’d never worked in a paint department. End of story. But as I thought about what
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