I’M ALL EARS
As a New Yorker born and bred, I feel entitled to kvetch, and I may have never kvetched more than in dealing with the fate
As a New Yorker born and bred, I feel entitled to kvetch, and I may have never kvetched more than in dealing with the fate
This weekend brought two radically different responses to my new memoir that caused joy and despair, the alternation of outcomes my friend Carolyn used to
What comes after the Countdown to Publication? The book launch. And what comes after that? Um…? You tell me. The day after my last scheduled
What does a memoirist really remember? Mortifying to confess, I remember where I was when I heard the news of the event in relation to
This my fourth and final Countdown to Publication. Wish me luck. It’s even in two bookstores in Brooklyn. For the first time in my life
This is the third installment of my “countdown to publication” for the members of shewrites.com A few months ago, I showed the book jacket of
This is the second installment of the “countdown” posts I’m doing for shewrites.com. In my last post I chronicled the long and winding road I
I’m posting four installments on the amazing website shewrites.com about the imminent publication of my new memoir. The countdown is a regular rubric where members
We memoirists like to think our lives are uniquely ours, but often it turns out not to be true–at least not wholly true. I’ve been
Or how did nice girls have sex in the 1950s―you know, so twentieth century. In her controversial NYRB piece about two new Sylvia Plath biographies,
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.