Remembrance of Things Past.
Proust may have had bouts of nostalgia remembering the taste of madeleines, but I woke…
The Once a Year Anguish of Taxes
Taxes bloody taxes…is there anything more aggravating than all those little bits and pieces of…
One Does Not Say No to Baba Yaga
There are moments in writing that feel so spontaneous that it is hard to…
The Year I Stitch Myself Back Together Again
I love this beautiful image from artist Ana Teresa Barboza because it is precisely how…
When the Tortoise and Then the Hare Sit Down to Write
When it comes to writing novels, I am tortoise. At least with the first half,…
Katherine Ace: The Open Ended Metaphor
I am bringing an old post back because I wanted to review again the fabulous…