The Book of my Enemy

My friend Lauren is visiting this week, which means we’ve spent hours and hours talking about the spiritual toxicity of publishing–another name for the the unpleasant dynamic produced [...]


So this afternoon my husband is driving peacefully back from Williamsburg, along our nice peaceful country road, without another car around for miles, when a HUGE BRANCH falls off a tree overhead [...]

The first-fruits of the sabbatical

Hey, I’m not writing during August. (See below.) Look what I did instead! My mother planted a huge garden this year and then went off to Seattle to visit my brother, leaving tomatoes [...]