My photo shoot? Sigh. I’ve been trying to forget about it. I wrote about it for my newsletter subscribers a…
Category: The Opposite of Me
I spend a lot – my husband would jump in and yell, “Too much!” – time on my computer, visiting…
Years ago, I was working as a feature writer for The Baltimore Sun newspaper when an editor told me to…
My agent submitted The Opposite of Me to our dream list of editors on a Thursday, while I did my…
I cheerfully admit to being the world’s biggest klutz. I often stumble over big, jagged patches of air in my…
Morning or night person? Actually, I’m most active in the middle of the night. Here’s a diary of a typical…
When it came time for me to find an agent, I did all the right things. Except for one very…
I usually write these blogs a week ahead of time, just to be safe. You see (cue knife-shrieking music as…
My workspace? Sometimes it’s my minivan, when I’m parked outside school and I’ve got 15 minutes before the doors open…
When I hear the words “Labor Day,” my first instinct is to scream “epidural!” Oh, sorry – you meant the…