As I write this, I am waiting to hear the outcome of yet another writing competition I entered several months back. As in, today is the announcement day. But have I been checking my email since last week at a rate only a crazy person would understand? Yes.
I gathered up a bunch of words I thought…Continue
I’m not picking on my brother-in-law, but he’s the latest person to have asked me this question: Can you write something for me? This familiar and frequent question is usually preceded by, “You’re the writer”… as if we writers are the only ones…Continue
Last year, my husband Angelo went to Italy for six weeks. We called it a sabbatical because it sounded better to our friends and family who would have thought we were crazy if we told them the real reason: he needed to go back to his hometown and reconnect with the Italian part of himself. We’re not big…Continue