Today when I opened my Goodreads updates, the latest blog post from Maggie Stiefvater was first on the list. After having read five different novels in the past couple weeks in which the main character was raped, Ms. Stiefvater had to speak out against what she calls "gratuitous rape." These are not rape scenes that… Continue reading Is What We’re Reading Hurting Women?– Or a Post in Response to a Post about Literary Rape
"Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents and everyone is writing a book."Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106 B.C.- 43 B.C.
I am sitting here at the computer as snow falls onto the balcony, covering the half-dead geraniums with a fluffy, white fur. Just yesterday, the geraniums still boasted deep red petals and sturdy green stems. It only takes a harsh bit of real life to make them wither into weak shadows of themselves.I know how… Continue reading Half-wrong. Half-write.
All my life I've been a book lover. Everything about a book helped feed that voracious void inside me -- the smell of ink on paper, the feel of sharp-cut vellum in a cardboard spine, the weight of the words in my hands, a story held open with my thumb and pinkie finger tacking down… Continue reading Shame, Shame. Real books are not my secret love
Today is my mom's 85th birthday --my poor mother who thought she was done raising kids and ready to restart life when (surprise!) I showed up in her uterus. I know that she cried when she found out she was pregnant with me. I know that she hadn't wanted me at all.But I also know… Continue reading Fragmented Archaeology–for My Mom