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The End, The Beginning

It’s midnight or so, just after last week’s fireworks, and I’m on the roof deck with my brother, The European and my friend Casey, who I met when we interned together at a Quaker magazine. “How long has it been since you’ve talked to your agent?” Casey asks. And I have to think about it.…

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The Girl Who Couldn’t Finish

So remember how I started writing a novel a while back? Well, I have a problem. And, as I’m probably the first and only writer in the history of the world to ever have this problem, I am going to whine about it and blog about it and make a general nuisance of myself until…

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Lucky #14

I was in the car with TWD when I got the call.  It wasn’t a call actually—it was an email—but “call” sounds way more dramatic, don’t you think? At any rate, I lost it.  TWD was telling me a story about one of his co-workers and I completely zoned out.  “I need to call my…

And We’re Back, with Free Love

There aren’t too many things I miss about being single (wondering if he’s going to call, then waiting for him to call, then realizing he’s a lunatic and hoping he’ll never call again) but there is one thing: the personal ads.  As a writer, and as a former student of anthropology, I found them endlessly…

Bad News

Well folks, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.  Not they’ve-decided-to-stop-producing-fair-trade-chocolate bad news, or even I’ve-decided-to-join-a-commune-and-go-off-the-grid bad news but bad news nonetheless. You might have noticed that I missed Monday’s post, and those of you who have been following my blog since the beginning of my Great Date Experiment will have noticed that my posts…

31 Dates in 31 Days

In case you were wondering, the Starbucks salted caramel mocha tastes neither of salt nor of caramel (until you the get the last inch and a half, which is indeed worth the wait.)  Also, in case you were wondering, there’s a woman out there who is almost as crazy—perhaps even crazier—than me in her approach…

The American Heiress

It was so much easier to get married in the nineteenth century.  I know this not because I majored in history as an undergraduate or because I spent the majority of my teen years writing sappy historical fiction but because I’ve just finished reading The American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin. That’s right: I’ve completed my…