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Years ago, after attempting other occupations I thought were compatible with a writing life, I decided to become a librarian. That way, I...

I really don't give a crap about celebrities. This isn't a new thought, from me or anyone else. But I had this particular ep...

In order to pursue my Goodreads challenge this year (a target of 20 books, with a self-imposed limit of  books written by women ), I negle...

Hugh Grant movies are a visual Prozac for me. With the exception of Cloud Atlas (which I liked, but for other reasons), they offer a cou...

Cleaning out my mom's house this past summer, it surprised me how unsentimental I felt, even though it was the last time I was goin...

At first it was accidental. I began the year finishing Lila by Marilynne Robinson, then moved on to Mansfield Park (which, I a devoted ...

For the last couple of years, I've pulled a weed that kept creeping up in my front yard bed. Why was it a weed? Because (ask any gardene...

When iGoogle went away, I lost track of the personal blogs I used to read on a regular basis. (It  was easy to see which blogs had been...

If only there was a Goodreads for watching TV. If so, I would be a top viewer. I watched a lot of television in the 11 months I went t...

Maybe most writers already know this, but I stumbled upon something accidentally tonight that is going to help me more easily distinguish ...