Where is the sparkle in being a grown-up? Is it among the daily grind? The commute in the car or the train? Is it found in diaper changes, middle of the night soothing, all the no's and the you'll-understand-someday's? The walking the dog in the driving rain? No. None of these. The sparkle is in... Continue Reading →
Since I began writing my own book two years ago, I've attended author talks, author signings, and meet-and-greets. They range from buy a ticket a year in advance at the Warner Theatre to sixteen people in the bookstore, of which at least two are authors. Believe it or not, some authors can be introverts who... Continue Reading →
My book, that is. It looks like my travel/memoir/humor book—originally penned with details from my journals—will transform into a fictional story. Well, it won't transform itself. (I wish.) I'll actually be doing the transforming. A couple of literary agents have suggested that "memoirs are tricky" and this story might find more success as fiction. The... Continue Reading →
Nowadays I'm reading seemingly more than ever. Not just for my book club. For fun. But I'm also writing my own book.
Happy book-launch week to Girlish by Lara Lillibridge. It’s an unforgettable memoir. Read on for my review and (spoiler) encouragement to buy and read!
“Grab all the books!” I shouted to my daughter as we jumped out of the car. We had arrived at NoVa Teen Book Festival, and we had books, many heavy books, to be signed. It was time to fangirl it up. My top list from this event: Conversation with Tomi Adeyemi and Dhonielle Clayton. Smart,... Continue Reading →