There are those I call “speed racers,” out doing their hurried “walk through” of the holiday bazaar, probably with their purses tucked safely back in the trunks of their cars. When you say hello, they walk on by without even the courtesy of a response. I suppose they...
The concept of “juniors”—saddling a child with the exact same name as the parent— goes against my fierce belief in individual creative freedom. To start life without one’s own blank slate, to try to live up to namesake expectations, to add a junior to every signature...
I’ve decided that the entire human collective passes through the door of a holiday bazaar in a single day, and everyone’s got a story. As I engage them about my books and writing, I also listen to their tales and am fascinated by all the amazing things I hear. Last...
THURSDAY NIGHT, November 17th, at 7 p.m. at the Seaside (Oregon) Public Library, I’ll be reading from my newest book, “It’s Christmas!” and talking a little about the process of putting a collection of stories like this together. “They say” that speaking in public is...
The war of my youth was the war in Vietnam. Don’t you dare try to soften it by calling it a conflict. My definition of a conflict is a heated discussion. In a war, there are thousands dying and not much discussion going on. My generation was the first to gain massive...
