Memories and Writing: The Act of Invention

My collection of childhood diaries
Tuesday, May 17, 2016

When I read Louise’s post about her childhood memories, I had to laugh. Like Louise, my childhood memories are hazy. Former classmates are forgotten. Events never seem to have happened. My parents and sister will say, “Do you remember…” and I say, “Nope, not at all!” On a recent trip with a group of girlfriends, they were reminiscing about a camping trip from hell. It was raining, a woman came…


A Memory of Senses

Monday, May 16, 2016

I have a wonky memory. I have purchased many novels, and have read twenty or thirty pages in only to realize that I had read the book before. I forget character’s names and movie titles and basically every plot point. My lack of memory goes for my own life as well as the stories I consume, so when I read that this week’s theme was childhood memories, I felt at…


KID SCRIBBLES (also known as: My Mom Keeps EVERYTHING)

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

I was not one of those kids who wanted to be a writer when she grew up. I wanted to be a famous singing act with my sister (neither of us can hold a tune, by the way), then a vet, an orthopedic surgeon (did I mention I sucked at math and science?), until I finally settled in my teens on what I considered the perfect career — a news…


Deb Sarah’s Life-Changing Books

There have been many, many books that have had a huge impact on me over the years, but I’m going to focus on my early years–since this is the time that I both decided that a.) I loved reading, and b.) that I wanted to be a writer. I have a tendency to want to self-edit this list, to only share certain titles and leave the others out, but I’m…

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Dear Young Eve by Deb Old Eve

Dear Eve at 12, Your family is not as odd as you think they are (well, some of them are. But that’s not your problem). You’re doing fine. Your teeth will straighten out, you really do have good hair and your handwriting will improve (although in twenty years no one will write anything by hand anymore and it won’t matter). Try not to worry. Trust me. Dear Eve at 16,…

Friday, July 3, 2009

A letter to myself, circa 1990, by Deb Katie

Dear Katie, Oh, Katie, Katie, Katie. There are a lot of things I could tell you but won’t, because as tempting as it would be to give you all the lottery numbers and sports scores, that would change a lot of things that I’d just as soon not change. Instead, I’ll just tell you that, yes, this is definitely your awkward stage. And yes, you will grow out of it….

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

News Flash, June 28

Here are some interviews with Deb Kristina about REAL LIFE & LIARS that have appeared in the last week: Lansing City Pulse, Traverse Magazine online edition, and a review in her hometown paper, The Grand Rapids Press, saying the book is “bursting at the seams with believable people.” You can also catch an archived radio interview performed by old college newspaper pals, here. Kristina also this week had a guest…

Sunday, June 28, 2009

News Flash, June 14

We’re looking for the new class of Debs! First-time authors whose books are debuting in 2010, we want you! Whether you’re looking to expand your current web presence or just to create a strong presence before your launch, being a Deb is a wonderful way to build on your marketing campaign. Click here to apply. Want to hear Deb Kristina on the (Internet) radio and talk to her live? She’ll…

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Schools out???? by Deb Eve

Huh? Really? School’s out? My kids too? Summer always creeps on me – and it’s no wonder. Keep in mind that I live in New England and we’re still having frosts at night, so you can see how I might not know we’re anywhere near summer. But thank goodness they send all those notices home from school. Not that I read them. But they do start to pile up on…

Friday, June 12, 2009

Double-mom bonanza, by Deb Katie

I grew up in what I like to think of as the most functional dysfunctional family in the world. After taking a few years to sort things out, my father, stepmother, and mother all learned to co-exist peacefully. My mother, like all ex-wives on my father’s side, was welcome at family events. When I was a senior in high school, she even lived with us for a while. Now, I…

Tuesday, May 12, 2009