In My Ample Free Time
I never really thought of myself as an academic. I mean, I was on the 20-year plan for my Bachelors degree. As much as I
I never really thought of myself as an academic. I mean, I was on the 20-year plan for my Bachelors degree. As much as I
New obsessions hit me regularly–bits of stories I hear, scenes that play out in front of me. Right now I can’t stop thinking about the
It’s not often that I’m in the position to help out a fellow writer. However, today is one of those days–I was able to offer
A few days before I left for Lisbon, Portugal, I started wondering whether I should have chosen an alternate location for vacation. I didn’t know
It seems like ages ago now that The Trajectory of Dreams was published, but this morning that’s all I can think of. An article on
My husband and I will be in Iceland in five short weeks. While I’m excited to (I hope) see the Northern Lights and go on
I emerged from Ezeiza International Airport this past Saturday into blissfully cool air. Philadelphia, when I left, was nearly tropical, but Buenos Aires weather reminded
Sleep and I have a funny relationship. Like everyone else, I love to sleep, but it also makes me a little nervous. Part of it
That white male writers are most often reviewed and wind up winning awards and find themselves on “best of” and “summer reading” lists at places
The Internets are all a-buzz with news of Twitter’s terrible earnings, predicting the end of Twitter. Maybe no and maybe so. Surely, we’ve all been
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