Category: Literary Life

Boomerangs

After hyperventilating at the apocalyptic mess in girlchild’s room, the floor laden with crafts half- done and clothes half- worn we together resolved on a plan for a tidier space. Our reconnaissance mission to a store called Boomerangs for the elusive desk with drawers. We purchased a solid oak grand dame of drawers, loaded with […]

In which I talk about the book

I have not talked much about the book, the book that I wrote, that an agent represents, for which a book deal has been drafted but not signed. Nearly a year has passed since I have seen the draft of the book deal. Since that time, I’ve been waiting to sign something. I’m dying to […]

Keeping secrets

I figure now, in the season where we are reminded how the desire of ages was fulfilled in a cold barn long ago, that I can tell y’all about a little desire of my own that has been fulfilled. After a long road of trying to find a home for my memoir on our intercultural family, I’m […]