When “The Call” is more than a call, by Deb Kristina

I’d dreamed of The Call, as I suppose all aspiring writers do. I programmed into my mobile phone the office and cell phone numbers of my agent (the very talented Kristin Nelson), and gave those numbers their very own ringtone. I was sure that’s how the call would come. I’d be out and about somewhere, and I’d hear that special ring, and I’d know right then my dream had come…

Monday, September 15, 2008
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In which Deb Kristina finally sheds her inflatable arm swimmies

Picture it: I’m in ninth grade, 13 years old. I’m a freshman in high school, one of the worst times of anyone’s adolescent life, I’d wager. I’m wearing a school-issued heavy black swimsuit that seems to be made of something between quilting fabric and a wetsuit. It’s too big, so a long piece of yarn ties the two shoulder straps together in back to keep it from sliding off. I’m…

Saturday, September 13, 2008
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Groucho Marx, Grilled Cheese and Me, by Deb Kristina

Hi there, I’m Kristina. Often known as Kris. I’m an author, a journalist, a wife and mother, and (twice) an amateur stage actress (more on that another time.) I play the violin, though not seriously, these days. I’m a sometime bookseller for my local indie bookstore, Schuler Books and Music. I’m co-editor for fiction at Literary Mama. I own a dog, though I’m not a dog person (more on that…

Monday, September 1, 2008
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