On The Enormous Delight Of Finishing A Novel, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:40am
One morning this week, it might have been Wednesday at 10:30, or maybe 10:37, I closed my computer, took it off my lap, lay it
One morning this week, it might have been Wednesday at 10:30, or maybe 10:37, I closed my computer, took it off my lap, lay it
This past week I drove to Marin County for lunch with a writer I’d met on a fiction course. It was so fun. I just
You all have some strong and intelligent opinions about aging. So, I thought, as a newly minted 67-year old, I might talk about my
Hi all. I took a whirlwind trip to England for a friend’s book event and returned, despite masking, with my first case of COVID. Brain
As it turns out, I am leaving the house very early this morning to go for a hike with some Princeton classmates. It’s part of
Time to think about clothes for Christmas. Only me? In any case, back in the early 90s I bought a dark brown columnar silk and
I slept in this morning, and have dawdled through the day. I will not recover this time, but it’s in my belly or maybe behind
Today is my father’s memorial service. I thought of posting what I will read, but, no. I thought of showing you what I’ll wear, but,
I was asked a couple of weeks ago what I wear to the market. Good question, not because going to the market is a big
Diagnosed with my fifth type of tendinitis in nine years, I suspected something other than oops was in play. Meaning, nobody serially injures their biceps
The next time you come to San Francisco, you might not want to stay here. By which I don’t mean arms-crossed-in-an-X, get-the-heck-out-of-Dodge kind of way, I
This morning I was briefly seized by the spirit of my mother. I am happy to report that, yes, in fact, I do have all
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