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I’m mad for owls. They have big, smart eyes, they’re beautiful, and they don’t give a hoot about a lot of things. I have a handful of owl necklaces that I wear, plucked from flea markets or given to me as gifts. With an owl around my neck, I’m…

My husband and I are at it again: arguing about Tess of the d’Urbervilles, that is. If you’re diligently reading all my newsletters (and I’m sure you are), you’ll remember that the book is the reason we met. The 10-year argument we’re having…

When I was pregnant with my baby girl Georgia (now 18 mos. old), I didn’t know I was having a 10.5 pound baby. Even in the few minutes after I had her, it didn’t register until I heard a giddy nurse exclaim: “10 pounds, 7 ounces!” My husband and…

I remember leaving an English class one afternoon, bounding down the concrete stairwell of Northern Kentucky University, and thinking: I am going to do big things. I am going to write things that matter. I have “the thing.” Not arrogance or…

I came of age in the 1980s, and although I wasn’t afraid of big hair, I was quite afraid of computers. Let me rephrase: I was afraid of looking stupid because I didn’t understand computers. One day in fourth grade, Ms. Topmiller told us we were so…