This morning I woke up with a new novel in my head. Okay, not the whole novel. Just the first paragraph. People say I shot my daddy because I was so scared of him. But that’s not how it was. You don’t shoot someone cause you’re afraid of him. You shoot him cause you...
I’m in love. But then, I think I was born in love. I suspect you were, too. When I met Ana, it felt like all my life I’d been beaming a signal out into the universe — and for the first time, someone had received the signal and sent back a reply. It was like the...
Authors fascinate me. How they write, how they process their ideas, how they think about what they do, it all intrigues me no end, and I love to hear them talk about it. Years ago, way back in 2009, Ana and I had the chance to hear Dennis Lehane (author of Mystic...
We were about to brush our teeth and go to sleep, Ana and I. Kaia, my stepdaughter (Ana’s daughter), was out seeing a friend. Dog Ben: on his bed, already well done and down for the day. Ana’s phone rang. I picked up. It was Kaia, hysterical. At approximately 11:16...
My wife talks to birds. No, that isn’t quite right. It’s not that she talks to them. They converse. Not in words, like “squawk squawk squawk” equals “how are you doing today?” They converse in the same sense that dancers converse. They show up on the scene, in her...
