Beginnings in Bayfield by Deb Tish

I like this week’s topic, beginnings. I’m all about beginnings. The first bite of a hot dog cannot be topped. Nor can the very first time you put on a new t-shirt or take a sip of icy cold lemonade or drive your first car. First kisses always made me weak and don’t get me started on crisp new journals that open with a crack and a promise. I’m not in…

Tuesday, July 3, 2007
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Open Windows by Deb Tish

I have a theory. There are air conditioning people and there are open window people. I’m into open windows. To me, there’s nothing more irritating than waiting for the warmth of summer, only to return to shivery temperatures in overly air conditioned stores, banks, movie theaters. Thankfully, my husband is an open window guy. We open up the house as soon as it’s warm enough in May and keep it open…

Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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The Smell of Summer by Deb Tish

For me, nothing evokes magical childhood summers like the smell of an old house, especially that of a smoker. My sister and I spent summers at our grandparents’ place. Each year, she and I would board a propeller plane without parents and fly an hour to Hamilton, Ontario, where our grandfather waited in the tiny airport, smoking homemade unfiltered cigarettes and beaming. These summers were delicious with danger. Every day began at the…

Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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Guest Post by Danielle Younge-Ullman

How do you protect your writing time…or not? Hello Debs and readers, and welcome to my first blog. The lovely and talented Tish has asked me to fill in for her, so I am here as a guest. I noticed that last week there was a fire theme and this week there seems to be a water theme. I’ll try to work water in somewhere, but I really want to…

Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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Zeligphobic by Deb Tish

My doctor could never have known her story would forever change my relationship with food. “Strangest thing,” she said as she looked in my ear. “I saw a patient with an anaphylactic reaction to celery yesterday. First in my career.” I froze. I’d never before considered celery to be a biohazard. “Poor guy just about died,” the doctor added. It was all I needed to hear. I would never eat…

Tuesday, June 5, 2007
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My Mystery Seatmate by Deb Tish

By the time you’re reading this post, I’m probably headed to New York where I’ll meet Patry Francis, author of The Liar’s Diary for an almost-week of book-related antics. Tuesday night, 7 pm, May 29th, Patry and I have an event at Borders at Park Ave. and 57th that will be attended by at least one person–my therapist. She’s already informed me she’ll be late–a good therapist always manages a patient’s expectations….

Monday, May 28, 2007
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Chasing the Finish Line by Deb Tish

I think this week’s topic is The Writer’s Life. Which I’m wrestling with. This writer needs to reorganize her writers life now that her book has launched. Why? Because this writer is something of an obsessive type. I like to throw myself into a writing-related task with every speck of energy I have, agonize over it, complete it, then look around for the next task. In other words, I’m all…

Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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Fly Girl by Deb Tish

Ever since 9/11, I’ve been especially uninterested in flying. It gave me great peace of mind to know I had no plans to go anywhere beyond a day’s drive or train ride. So when my LA publicist suggested launching Town House from out West, my knees went weak. I would have to board a plane. To ease back into flying, my husband and I made a quick trip to New York…

Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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TOWN HOUSE DEBUT!!! by Deb Tish (via Blackberry!)

I’m writing this at my favorite time of day (dusk) driving through one of my favorite spots in the world – Orange County. I grew up here and cannot describe how joyous and, at the same time, peaceful I feel about being in California on the eve of my book launch. We,ve had a mini family reunion in the Hollywood Hills, complete with a coyote and a bee the size…

Tuesday, May 8, 2007
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The Age of Sagittarius by Deb Tish

I have to confess. I’ve always been especially proud to be Sagittarius. When I was a child, I loved it because of the whole half-man/half-horse thing. It brought me that much closer to riding a horse and the fact that I had hooves for feet only made it more exciting. It proved my love for equines was more than just a whim. It was a birthright. The only thing that might have…

Tuesday, May 1, 2007
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