For not-writer stuff
… disappointed I can’t come up with a version of my name with the same number of syllables as “Carmen Sandiago.” Marie Vi-i-ber-ert? AHEM. I went and did it again and said yes to a lot of stuff, so I need to figure out where I’m going this year! January Read more…
“How do you get it all done?” someone asked me recently, and she wasn’t the first. “I want to see your daily routine, learn your secrets.” I gape around my messy desk, my ever-increasing to-do list, and marvel. Every day, I faff about on the internet, procrastinate, and lay on Read more…
I never imagined being this old. Does anyone? Let’s take a retrospective through the Big birthdays: When I turned 20 I was a sophomore in college and depressed. I had failed, utterly, to enjoy my teenaged years properly, I was sure of that. I was single and sure I’d die Read more…
My mom always had a garden. Her mom always had a garden before her, and for a time they were one in the same, as we lived with my grandparents. I have fond memories of snapping peas with grandma on the back stoop in the slanting light of an August Read more…