My eyes hurt and I am already homesick for my little family. My partner has been working non-stop, a whirlwind of civic holidays and teacher workshops and special tours at the museum where she works in central Philadelphia, and after a couple of days of carefully preparing her lunch, waking early with her to makeContinue reading “Handy Hillary Builds Her Dream House”
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Fiction/Becoming a Novelist
I’m only beginning to feel comfortable telling people that I’m working on a novel. This leads to the question, What’s your novel about? And I say, A grandmother and a granddaughter. Stop. Full stop. In part because the rest of it is too complicated for small talk. In part because I feel like a fraud.Continue reading “Fiction/Becoming a Novelist”