If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you may already know that I will be at Barnes & Noble in Ashburn, Virginia tomorrow—June 23, 2018—for a book signing. If you don’t follow me on other social media, sorry for the short notice! Facebook is usually the easiest way to keep up with signings and […]
Confession time: beneath my outgoing, friendly, confident exterior lurks a socially awkward, painfully shy inner child. Sometimes she’s at ease, well hidden beneath years of playing it cool (well, maybe not “cool” but passably affable). Often she wakes up just below the surface, blanking my mind and butterflying my stomach, but still letting me get
One of the best things about having a local book store is wandering in to browse the shelves for interesting finds. Dear Fahrenheit 451, by Annie Spence, caught my eye on a recent visit and I had to bring it home. The cover proclaims it “A Librarian’s Love Letters and Breakup Notes to the Books
After publishing The Insistence of Memory, I can’t count the number of people who have told me some variation of “I always wanted to be a writer.” My natural reaction to confessions like that is something like “Cool, what have you written?” The answer to that question varies, but most often it’s along the lines of
I was raised to believe that it’s wrong to “invite yourself” to do something with others. As a rule, it’s rude to be an imposition or intrude on others. Often that’s true… but, as with any rule, there are exceptions. Sometimes it’s okay to ask if you can join in. If friends are talking about
