In My Long Night by Charles Simic I have toiled like a spider at his web In the dome of a church Where only the upraised eyes of mart...

I spent last weekend reading Louise Erdrich's The Blue Jay's Dance and Kelly Corrigan's The Middle Place , both books abo...

I chewed through George Saunders' Tenth of December a few weeks ago and read the Bonus! Materials! interview between Saunders...

Awkward This is awkward, but I don't know how to count the progress of my pregnancy.  On Saturday, I crossed the mark that means ...

I discovered a new podcast and I am obsessed.  It's called Other People with Brad Listi.  I want to say it's a podcast for wri...

Our house fell under an evil flu-like spell upon our return from Christmas break, and as Tim and I convalesce, our humidifier pumps ste...

There is so much about winter that I love: twinkling lights, candles in every room, Christmas trees, Christmas services, presents, wrappi...