Behaviors are bad all over. They have been for a while, but they seem to be getting worse (or I’m turning into one of those cranky old people with no tolerance for tomfoolery, which is just as likely). Movie cinema owners and operators bemoan that fewer people are going to see movies on the big screen, but they do nothing
We recently passed our “Caliversary,” which is the anniversary of the day we put our family on a plane in Massachusetts, flew across the country, and transplanted ourselves in California. I had lived in Massachusetts for over 12 years (12 years, 7 months, and 4 days to be precise), but I’ve now lived in California longer than that, which got
Leopards are feasting on faces right now. Social media is rife with posts about Trump supporters who have found themselves hoisted by their own petards. Some go so far as to post pleas directly to their clay idol to have him undo the specific harm that they have been caused. “Please hire my wife back!” “Please don’t deport my son-in-law!”
Five years ago, right around this time, the world began to fold in on itself like origami. I’ve seen a lot of people posting their memories about it, so I thought I’d add mine. At the end of February and start of March 2020, my husband and I drove down to Disneyland for a long weekend to enjoy the Food
Yes, “can’t” in quotation marks because, of course, we could have education without charging ridiculous amounts of money for access to it, but… I have one child at university and two more in high school, so wouldn’t I just love it if the United States offered tuition-free options for higher education? You betcha. Germany is often pointed to as the
Four years ago today, I received the email that broke me. I know the agent did not intend to ruin my life, but the stress fractures had already formed after years of writing and querying and getting close but never quite landing where I wanted to be. The email read: You have written a solid manuscript that was a delight
You’re on a road trip. You don’t know the exact destination, but you trust you’ll know it when you see it. In the meantime, you do have some thoughts about the kind of place you’d like to end up. Maybe you want to be near water. Or you want a hot, dry climate. Maybe you’re set on someplace urban. Alternatively,
I grew up in the 1980s, and there were three movies that were key to any sleepover when I was a kid: You needed at least two of these for a sleepover to be a success. But if Blockbuster (or that one grocery aisle that had movies you could rent) didn’t have them, there were acceptable alternatives: (I realize Clue
We authors are constantly begging for readers, and then we’re constantly begging those readers to please review our books on Amazon, Goodreads, and the like. (Considering Amazon keeps removing reviews of my books, it feels like a losing battle, but hope springs infernal.) Readers who don’t review regularly are sometimes paralyzed by the task, which feels daunting to them. It’s
“Are you American or Mexican?” The question was asked in good faith and curiosity by my nail tech, who was helping me determine which shades of green would look good on my fingernails. As I have olive skin/yellow undertones, it’s a valid concern. Still, in the current climate (I live in the U.S.), such a question may not always be