I’m Like a Rash

Thursday, September 1, 2016

I’ve met people whose knowledge and everything else will die with them, as Shel Silverstein conceived in this poem: I’m grateful to report that Jennifer S. Brown is no such hoarder. She selflessly forked over all she learned and endured as first at bat. Aya explained the “conceptual cover” and convinced me there’s no harm asking contacts for support (after all, the boys all do it). Louise laid the emotional reality…


The Delay that Saved the Day

Thursday, August 25, 2016

I am a believer that many things happen for a reason. Not everything. Not, say, death. But many life hiccups have proven to serve a greater purpose for me. Even loss offers up slivers of beauty, togetherness, and understanding that– while not making up for the empty chair at the table– certainly deliver insight and strength. So it’s odd but not totally unexpected that I was initially devastated by what…


Books: A Case Study

Thursday, August 18, 2016

I’ve never met an avid reader who was also an asshole; I’m convinced the two are mutually exclusive. I’m a white, financially secure, American who empathetically did “the skedaddle” with Jeanette Walls in THE GLASS CASTLE, endured footbinding through Lisa See’s SNOW FLOWER AND THE SECRET FAN, feared Biafra alongside southeastern Nigerians in HALF OF A YELLOW SUN (Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie), struggled as a teenager with Scout to understand things that cannot be understood in TO…


Dirty Fortune Cookies

Thursday, June 9, 2016

The topic this week is food. I have a large extended family. My father was the oldest of five; my mother the youngest of six. When we get together the din created is its own special blend that outsiders find intimidating. (Ask any incoming spouse about their first Fabiaschi gathering– the story is sure to delight. My husband was alarmed when a great, great aunt aggressively accused me of smoking…


Remember the Year I was Jewish?

Thursday, May 19, 2016

The topic this week is CHILDHOOD MEMORY.  We were supposed to begin at sundown, but Dad didn’t get home from work until eight. “Mrs. Bollag is going to be mad,” I stated when he walked through the door. It took him a second to remember what tonight was. “Tell you what,” he said, “let’s pretend we live in California. It’s five o’clock there. We’re right on time.” Dad was a genius….


The Power of Not Caring

Thursday, May 12, 2016

While I can’t say I don’t care what anyone thinks about me, the list of people whose disapproval would keep me up at night is small and intentional. To get on it, you need to meet one criteria, but it’s a doozy: I must have enormous, unwavering respect for you. Not being on the list doesn’t mean I don’t like or even love you, it means I don’t see our values as simpatico enough…


Timeless Truths

Thursday, April 21, 2016

My grandma Betty died when I was eleven, but the truths she taught me are timeless: It doesn’t matter what people look like. Period. Staying silent is not enough. If a person is cruel and you say nothing, you’re no better than them. Education begets choice. Take every opportunity to learn. If God has a problem with how some people live, he can take it up with them directly. Be the best version of yourself…


This is the Last Stop. It is time to Disembark the Gravy Train.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Happy Publication Week to Jennifer S. Brown! MODERN GIRLS left me a little irked at Jenny because I had to stay up until one in the morning to learn Dottie’s fate, leaving me rather worthless the next day. Its compelling storyline made it my May book club choice, and should motivate you to pick up a copy. To celebrate this exciting week, Jenny asked us to share the expectations set in…


Crabby Abby, Flabby Abby, Gabby Abby: What’s in a name?

Thursday, March 24, 2016

My birth certificate reads Abagail Katherine Fabiaschi. People often ask about the unique spelling of my first name, but there’s no story there; it was just how my mom thought the world spelled Abigail. Our last name posed the greater challenge. I was raised overhearing one side of frustrating conversations with company representatives: “F like Frank, A … B as in boy, I … A … S as in Sam, C…


Your dream has come true! Check back in two years.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

*A note: The topic this week is bumps along the publication path, but I share this rant fully aware that I’m lucky to be on one at all. The auction for I LIKED MY LIFE ended on Thursday, March 5, 2015 at 3 p.m. I remember the date and time exactly because as I hit send on a quick note of gratitude to my future editor, the pilot of the…