This was back in the days of dial-up modems with their squealy screechy sounds. The first line of the first review of my first novel came shimmering up on that clunky old computer screen: “First time novelist tries but fails to move or matter.” “Or matter.” I sat staring at the screen, my little kids … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by William Butler Yeats
Here we go! The Opposite of Fate comes out next month and the countdown is officially on. I’m thrilled by the positive reception the novel has already received (scroll below for samples). If you’d like to help spread the word, not only about The Opposite of Fate but also about other books you love, here are four ways you can … Continue reading Spreading the word about The Opposite of Fate
Everything physical, everything specific: the sharp scent of the woods that night in the Adirondacks when the rain drummed down on the canvas tent. The cold clear water that dazzled your body when you plummeted from the rope swing. The softness of the loam under your boots that cold dawn hike in Vermont. How free … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Danusha Lameris
Last fall I began getting letters like this from the president, the vice-president, the NRA, anti-abortion organizations. Not my typical mail. Why me? Then it came to me: in August a friend died, a Marine combat veteran, and in his honor I made a donation to the Wounded Warrior project, which must have triggered a … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by William Stafford
Last summer, driving to Vermont, I detoured past my grandparents’ dairy farm. That’s how I think of it –their farm, on McGhee Hill Road–even though it’s been almost half a century since it changed hands, bought by city dwellers who turned the barn into a house and the house into guest quarters. This time, instead … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Armen Davoudian
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