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I had the great privilege to read an amazing graphic memoir this week. Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant? by Roz Chast, published in 2014. In this graphic memoir (or “illustrated memoir,” in case that term is unfamiliar), Ms. … Continue reading →

Amy Winehouse was born in 1983 — three years after I was born — and she died on July 23, 2011. She was found alone in her bed, dead of alcohol poisoning. Basically, I think, her heart just gave out. … Continue reading →

In July, I read a book that changed my life. The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History, by Elizabeth Kolbert. Published in 2014. This book was one of The 10 Best Books of 2014 as listed by The New York Times, which … Continue reading →

I’ve had a book on my To Be Read list for almost a year now (since last November), when the author came to Durango to speak. Her name is Dee Williams.             And she wrote … Continue reading →

I’ve been really fortunate to see some great films this summer. So far, the Brian Wilson biopic, Love & Mercy, has been my favorite.                 I knew nothing about the Beach Boys before … Continue reading →

In June, I read a magnificent novel for book club. An AMAZING book. A book that was just absolutely fantastic WOW.                 Lily King’s novel Euphoria is based on one tiny part of Margaret … Continue reading →

On Saturday, July 11, my husband drove us to Bryce City/Rubys Inn, Utah, which is a teeny outpost just north of Bryce Canyon National Park. We spent Sunday in the park, hiking and gazing at hoodoos. The park has a … Continue reading →

Like a lot of people, I’m a huge fan of Michael Lewis. Last summer, I read his newest book, Flash Boys, in a delirious, happy haze. That book made my Top Ten Best Books list of 2014.       … Continue reading →

I’ve been doing a lot of ocean-related research this summer, as I write my Young Adult novel that is set in the sea, and I’ve discovered the work of Sy Montgomery.                 In … Continue reading →

Mad Max and I have a bit of a history. Not because I watched the original Mel Gibson films, but because I didn’t. Here’s why. In 1990, when I was ten, I could rent a VHS tape of The Little … Continue reading →