I travel, a lot. Sometimes it's by foot, sometimes on my bicycle, sometimes by plane, or sometimes on my boat, NoLa. I used to work in NY as a journalist for PBS and the Discovery Channel. Now I live in a minuscule apartment, on a blink-and-you'll-miss-it street, with the Eiffel Tower standing guard in the background. Wherever I go, I search for stories that can transcend borders.


Playing in Mud

  Things that make a good run are finding my gear under the bed when I wake up in the morning. Preparing my morning oatmeal before I go, while Prince Charming tries saying things but must see my head drooping because I’m still asleep. To hit the street and my iPod and tracker work with […]


The Writers’ Blog Tour

Welcome to this stop on the tour where I’ll answer The Sacred Four Questions then nominate the next writer who will do the same, and so on, and so on for all of eternity, or until the Internet implodes. Thanks, Claire Fayers for the opportunity to be a part of this community of writers. And […]

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The Waiting Game

 I’ve finally submitted my manuscript to a stellar list of agents, so now the waiting starts. I have no idea how long it will take for them to get back to me, but I do know that checking my email every five minutes is not going to end well. One writer, who has been like a […]

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Good News Anxiety

In a few minutes, a news release will be posted on the internet, and it will announce that I have won a writing contest. This is the first time I’ve won anything, so I’m not taking this well. I’m chatty, fidgety, can’t hold a single thought in my head, and I’m contemplating how to: lose […]


Happy? Holidays

Guilt and excitement whirl together this time of year. We feel like we should be doing more: for our families, friends, world peace. And we wish, maybe just secretly–or maybe it’s just me, that we were getting more–presents. I’m surrounded by loved ones who insist they don’t want anything for the holidays, while I have […]


I’m Not Sure About This Blogging

I’m not sure this blogging thing is very good. It feels like I’m writing for an audience of one. I can’t see how this improves on my journal, which has the added benefit of being p-r-i-v-a-t-e. And I’m an only child; I talk to myself all day long, sometimes late into the night. I don’t […]

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