I wrote the below a couple of years ago. Today, I've solved a years-long quandary about what to do with this book and I'm sending it off...

I’ve been very public about my lifelong struggle with food. The first essay that a publisher ever paid me money for was about compulsive...

Dear Friends, It’s been a while, and there’s no good place to begin aside from saying that it’s been a while. If you’ve read my first...

Friends, I had the opportunity last week to meet, for the first time, with a book club of people who’d read my book, “Ten Boxes: A Story...

Friends, I used to call myself a perfectionist. It was the only word I could find for myself, but it never fit quite right. I’d look...

National Poetry Month is a challenge now that I committed to a poem-a-day. It's amazing how the day can be quickly frittered away...

Day 8 - Our prompt had to do with magic. Day 9 was about imagined disease and discovered cures. Here's "Magic Box" and "45, Hungry Thing"...

Day six was about heartbeat. Day seven was plucked from a word mash-up. . . Here's "Helicopter Shopping Mall" and "Sand Candy Milagro"...

It's difficult to worry about making a perfect poem when the commitment is simply: write one every singe day. Today's prompt challenged...

Today's National Poetry Month prompt had to do with things unsaid. Here's what I had to say about it: "What I Didn't Say Before I Asked...