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I've had a migraine headache for the past 24 hours (my first full-blown migraine ever). It goes away for a time and then seems to get re...

Mary Amato was kind enough to respond to my query about how a writer knows when she is "done" with a project: How do I know wh...

Why blog? This is a question I've asked myself recently whenever I guiltily remember that I still have one. It's certainly not for...

Before my current gardening binge and heavy editing workload started, a few weeks ago I emailed writer friends and asked them the simple que...

I've been gardening as many hours as I can each day, as I am wont to do in the spring , so I won't be blogging much here as long as ...

Like many other women, I, too, loved the Dove " Real Beauty Sketches " video on first viewing. My eyes even moistened as I w...

I wrote a blog post in my dreams last night. It was so eloquent, so urgent that it might have been reposted and tweeted hundreds of times. W...

Elated to find a flash drive a few days ago tucked into a drawer, which contains files of some prose pieces I had never printed out and now ...

A picture of three Babylit books popped up into my Facebook News feed this morning. "Start your little one off with the classics! Ba...

I don't know why I kept watching Downton Abbey this season. The plot was such a disappointment—recurring themes that went nowhere and...