Rotary Panama Wheelchair Project

We are seated three rows ahead of our fellow Rotarians on the flight from Boston, Massachusetts, USA to Panama City, Panama, but I can still pick out Annette Higgins’ voice from the hub-bub of passengers. “If you need help with those forms, Susy can help you,” she tells a fellow passenger, a woman she has […]

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Rejection

ometimes, when you’re a writer trying to get an agent or a contract, you get rejected and those rejections FEEL ABSOLUTELY HUGE. Those rejections feel like ALL YOUR WORTH is wrapped up in the word, “No.” A few years ago I blogged this (Back then I also used to blog about my dog’s poopy butt. […]

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Books

So, I have seven books under contract. That is super cool and I am ridiculously lucky. I know it. But I still feel like I’m not working hard enough. It’s sort of like I spend so much time thinking, “Wow. I can’t believe this is my job” and I worry that it will go away […]

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How To Get Traditionally Published

First off, I have a disclaimer. I wrote “TRADITIONALLY” up there because I currently have no idea how to be a self-published author. I’m sure someday I will know how to be a self-published author, but I am honestly: 1. Not organized enough to be a self-published author 2. Way too cheap to hire people […]

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Writing for Nine Years = Whoa. Seriously?

In my quest to blog, and my inability to think of anything to blog about, I’ve been randomly looking at old blog entries. And I realized that it was at the end of January in 2006, halfway through my MFA program at Vermont College of Fine Arts, that I sold my first book, Tips on […]

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Friends vs Acquaintances: Why Do I Forget There is a Difference?

So, I am vaguely having a sad day today, which is totally fine because EVERYONE has sad days, right? But today is one of those days where the sad is sort of focused on wondering why people sometimes suck sooooo much. I know! I know! Not a terribly mature thought. It’s also about how acquaintances […]

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Pedophiles, Poodles and Hate Speech

When Em was eight, she was in this children’s choir. It was a fantastic sounding choir in a town about 25 minutes away from where we lived. Eight-year-old Em loved to sing. She hated the choir. “Why?” I’d ask her every Wednesday as we drove over. “The guy is creepy,” she said, referring to the […]

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