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It’s Passport Time

Several years ago, back when I was taking my work as a writer a bit more seriously, I went to a conference for travel bloggers in Denver. It was my first time ever attending anything of the sort. I didn’t know back then that if the PR folks from an expensive hotel invite you to…

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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 Engagements: A Case of Invented Traditions

Sometimes I surprise myself. For example: l heard an interesting author interview on NPR (J. Courtney Sullivan), actually remembered the name of the book (The Engagements) long enough to write it down when I get home and then proceeded to zip off a quick email to the author’s publicist requesting a review copy because oh…

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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…