I’m running for Secretary of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association.
We have a margarita fountain at our yearly retreat, so, of course.
I’m running for Secretary of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association.
We have a margarita fountain at our yearly retreat, so, of course.
We Were Snubbed by Our Dead Dog. Twice. was published in the New York Times. You can find the essay here.
Glee! I was elected to the 2018 Board of Directors for the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. Not only do we support writers, we have a margarita fountain at our retreat.
Spent a few hours this morning doing research on a character in my next novel. The research involved watching a panel of speakers at The Ebell discuss the foster care system in Los Angeles. It was heartwarming to be in a crowd of people committed to helping children and families! Writing has perks and I…
This vending machine in the Sip and Sonder coffee shop in Inglewood (near Los Angeles) spits out free short stories for you to read. Well-written ones too. It’s like winning the lotto only with less money and begging relatives.
Is “I’m busy reading” an excuse for woefully neglecting my website? I hope so. Here’s this week’s novels: Finished: Sula by the incomparable Toni Morrison for my book club (aka The Dragonettes) Borrowed: Thank you LA Public Library for Fleishman is in Trouble (love that title!) by Taffy Brodesser-Akner Revisited: We Hope for Better Things by Erin…
During the pandemic, I hosted Zoom write-ins for members of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. In those meetings, Pamela Stockwell, from New Jersey, befriended Kelly Hartog from Los Angeles. A year later, and without having met in person, Pamela donated her kidney to save Kelly’s life. Six months later, at the 2022 WFWA retreat in…