I first encountered Dallas Hudgens when I moderated a panel about con-men in fiction on which he appeared for the…
Tag: Mothers
The idea of Mother’s Day is great in theory, though I’ve discovered in reality it’s not one that is so…
I thought we’d end this week on a sappy note. Hey, why not: it’s the holidays! If ever there is…
My mother raised animals in much the same way she raised children: by allowing them to have everything they want,…
My mother has always told me I should be grateful that I’m not the middle child — a statement she’s…
If I hadn’t picked 12 containers of blackberries, I might not have ended up with the Dorothy Hamill-had-she-cut-her-locks-with-gardening-sheers haircut at…
It all started with the buffalo overalls. My mom thought they were the most adorable thing an eight-year-old could wear…
I do my best work in bed. Really. This isn’t to say that I can’t write in other places, like…
Ask me to think of my favorite childhood book and my mind comes up with Blubber. Then I think of…
I remember my mom, an avid reader, telling me when I was little that first novels were almost always autobiographical.…