Essay – Page 67

Misuse of Twitter

I don’t do Twitter right. I acknowledge and own this fact. I like to scroll back and see what has…

I read that the doors would open at 6:30pm for the Margaret Atwood lecture, so I planned to arrive, with…

I’ve been feeling ill a lot this past winter and spring. I went through some antibiotics back in December and…

Back in January, I asked my husband to read through my novel. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do…

Last week, when I was busy not posting my blog on time, I was preparing to give two presentations at…

First of all, I know this isn’t Wednesday, but I am still going to count this as a post in…

The other day I bought a pair of exercise pants. They were tight pants, tights, technically, and were a bright…

My husband, who was in the Navy, has told me that Navy stands for “never again volunteer yourself.” I’ve been…

My dad sent me a youtube link recently with a simple message, which I cribbed for the title of this…

This year I’m giving each nominated work for the Hugo and Nebula novel awards their very own entry after I read…