- My novel, Going to Solace, is available in hardcover, paperback and for all e-readers.
- STAGE (and Screen)
- Yep. That’s me. Apparently I had something to say. Still do from time to time. Not much has changed except they don’t let me bring my squeezy toys with me to meetings. I’m not sure about this blog thing, but I think a lot about writing, about acting, about how to move people. So maybe we can think about some of those things together.
Category Archives: Family
Press Democrat blog. Meanwhile, the longer version is here, chock full of the details and texture that historical research always yields. The whole thing feels so old-timey-Christmas that I went ahead and did an audio recording as well. If you … Continue reading
My mother was one. That means I’m one: a (big quotes here) “Daughter of the American Revolution.” I wouldn’t have known that if my dad hadn’t told me because my mother never spoke of it. Why? The thought “mortified” her, … Continue reading
Thinking ’bout the South THE SEMIOTICS OF REGARD Today’s New York Times ran one of those borderline-quaint regional features about the decline of manners in the South (“A Last Bastion of Civility”). I suppose it’s not easy to find an … Continue reading
Thinking about Writing (and Design) LOOKING AT, LOOKING FOR She sits right on my desk. Peering at me just this way, day after day. My niece. She’s concentrating really hard because she’s taking a picture of herself. Or trying to. … Continue reading
Thinking ’bout the South SOCIAL MEDIA: OLD SCHOOL Great New York Times article this morning on the vanishing of little post offices around this country. I was lucky enough to “come up,” as we say in the South, summering in a … Continue reading
Thinking about Small Town Life MY WEDDING, MINE It’s been one year tomorrow. The sweetest, funnest wedding ever. Even I had a good time and it was my wedding. Just a few folks there (by design) and everybody pitched in (by … Continue reading
Thinking ’bout the South ON BEAUTY UNRECOGNIZED That’s my mom on the right with her sister Mary. Could you just die? Are we not so clearly in Florida, what with the vegetation and the pom-pom of blossoms in mom’s great … Continue reading