Our New Neighbors

When we bought our house in 2012, the plot of land across the street from our neighborhood was empty. It’s been empty for the last four years. Several mon...

See you in August

Tomorrow morning I leave for a brief retreat at the Abbey of Gethsemani near Bardstown, Kentucky. While it is home to 40 Trappist monks, there is also space for...

Update on Novel No. 2

At least once a week, sometimes more, someone asks me, “So how’s your novel going?” Here are all the things I don’t say:  “It̵...

Big Magic for NaNoWriMo

On October 21, in the middle of a crazy busy week, Lesli, Susan, and I met in Nashville to attend an event on Liz Gilbert’s book tour for Big Magic. (Book...

A love letter to my husband

Dearest, You were already a long-suffering, understanding husband and now your wife wants to be fiction writer. God bless you. You’ve been supportive and ...

A Game of Hope and Fear

I wish I could be one of those sorts who is endlessly positive, overflowing with optimism and possibility. Annoyingly so. Alas, that’s not me, not even cl...

Insert panic here

Suddenly we’re at the end of October. As I type, my bacon and goat cheese grits aren’t sitting well as my stomach is turning inside itself with worr...

Hello, 36.

My birthday came ’round while in Santa Fe. It’s the one day of the year when Facebook is really lovely. For all of it’s annoying-ness, more th...

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