being a writer

This past weekend, I hung out with my girlfriends Kate and Jodi in a cozy cottage at the lovely Serenbe (in Atlanta). On Saturday night, we sat by the fire — ¬†equipped with wine, notepads and pens, and lots of business ideas we wanted feedback…

I have two things to tell you about editing, and the first one I learned from my rose bushes. They are rambling fairy roses and although I love my garden something crazy, I don’t love these roses (we inherited them with the house—of which this is not…

I used to sit in the back of Sr. Cecilia’s Freshmen English class and scribble poetry. I wasn’t much interested in what we were reading. Nathaniel Hawthorne and Thomas Hardy were old guys whose problems in no way jived with mine. But I got…