The Disease
The desire to write is a disease, a congenital condition. Writers are born with the germ.
Lessons from my Daughter
My daughter is smarter than I am. She’s three. I realized that I was outmanned and outgunned during a recent nap-battle.
The Talented Ms. Highsmith
In some ways, I suppose I’ve always felt a bit alienated by noir fiction, although I have always adored that smoky, mysterious atmosphere—the hourglass-shaped dame half in the shadows, the cigarette dangling from pouting lips, the impossibly virile man with a gun and a low ball of whiskey.
Enemy at the Baby Gate
Like generals heading into battle my husband Jeffrey and I prepared for every possible condition in readying ourselves for the arrival of our daughter. Overwhelmed by the horror stories of those who’d headed into the fray before us, there was no attack ― from colic to breastfeeding issues, from sleep deprivation to sexual starvation ― for which we did not develop a counter attack.
