Please forgive my poetry, I know it's gauche to rhyme, But I'm knee-deep in suitcases and running out of time. I thought a poem'...

Yes, I have a medley of farewell songs running through my head. I'd also forgotten how exhausting it is to say goodbye to everyone, and ...

That means I'm leaving in FOUR DAYS. FOUR. Ninety-six hours. (You don't want to know how many fingers and calculators were used to f...

When I was in Chicago preparing to move to Mexico, I had a small stroke of luck: my employer switched health insurance. This may not seem li...

Remember my post last week where I was all jazzed to start the edits on After the Fall? Yeah, I haven't started those yet. I did, howev...

I leave in eleven days so I'm trying to do a lot of things "one last time." Among them: take a trip to Las Gatas, the beach di...

I haven't talked much about fiction writing this year because I hadn't written any fiction this year. Between caring for my grandmot...