The first writer's group I belonged to formed right after I graduated from my MFA in creative writing at California College of the Arts....

Yes, I used all caps there. Why? Because I have some great big book news that is a long time coming. Drum roll please . . . My first...

After I finished writing my second novel, my mother was the first person to read the whole thing through. “What’d you think?” I asked...

In college, when I first started traveling without my family, I discovered the sensual joy of being totally anonymous and unseen in a new...

For the past twelve years, I have been asking all my amazing friends each December to write a love letter to the year ahead, reflecting...

With the winter holidays blowing into our lives in a swirl of tinsel, yankee swaps, and fruit cake over the next few weeks, I tend to...

This past week I attended opening night of the Massachusetts Conference for Women to see keynote speakers Elizabeth Gilbert, Franchesca...

Social media writing groups are inundated with posts by excited writers exclaiming that they have written a draft of a novel and are now...

One of my favorite physical activities is trail running. I like the simplicity: trail shoes, dog, and open woods. I love the focus it...

I am grateful for these words that spiral through me. The ones that have always been there. When I read my own writing, I worry that...

I have been thinking a lot lately about responsibility. About who and what we are each responsible for in our lives. There are many...

I am going to say something controversial here: I don’t believe in writer’s block. There you go. I said it. It’s something I’ve believed...

One day in middle school I noticed a book sitting on my mom’s dresser amidst the crumpled receipts, loose change, and half-empty Advil...

I was asked recently what my goals were for publishing my novel and after thinking briefly about it, I said, "to have people read it." It...

I just watched the “Witches of Eastwick,” a 1987 movie based off the John Updike novel (a read I really enjoyed). In the movie, Jack...

On my 23rd birthday, I woke up in California--only a month and a half into my stint living across the country from all my family and...

"Mr. Allen played the guitar and said he had published articles and had a friend who was eaten by an alligator and immediately he was my...