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Monthly Archives: September 2013
The Morbid Anniversary
Four years ago today, Morbid Curiosity Cures the Blues was published by Scribner. In honor of that anniversary, here’s the book trailer: You can have your very own copy of the paperback edition — inscribed by the editor — here.
Farewell to LiveJournal
I started blogging in March 2004 when my daughter learned to roll over by herself. I was a new mom with a preemie who’d had colic. In fact, I often quoted Marvin the Paranoid Android to myself: “Here I am, … Continue reading
True Obsession
My obsession is with the truth. I suppose that’s because I did not feel I could tell my own truth for so long. I grew up as a flannel-wearing farm girl who had a thing for other girls, which I … Continue reading
Stumbling onward
I’ve spent the week taking down my StumbleUpon account. When I started it in 2011, I liked the concept of being able to like a page on the web and have their algorithm suggest similar things that would appeal to … Continue reading
Write the truest sentence that you know
The first time Mason and I went to Paris, we took the train-ferry-train from London. I’d brought Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast to read on the trip, figuring, hey, I haven’t read any Hemingway. He’s American. He’s in Paris. Should be … Continue reading