At one time I meant to have stenciled "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here" above my office door. They're the words in Dante's Inferno carved above the gate to hell. It might be a bit morbid--made complete by the ever-favorite shot of a piano...

So, the last time I had a book release and did my traditional first signing at my “home” Barnes & Noble, something amazing happened. There I was, shoes kicked off (for some reason this is becoming a habit) and somewhere around two hours in, I look up to find my then-boyfriend standing in line.

Me: “What are you doing?”
Him: “I want my book signed.”
Me: “You can have your book signed any time.”
Him: “But I want it signed now.”

Let's talk about food. If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I Tweet nearly as much about food as I do about writing. Perhaps more. Yeah, probably more. (Except right before book releases, but I still manage to slip a few morsels in.) I wish I did...

So some of you know that I got married last January (thank you for your sweet notes!) and some of you know I recently became a new mom to four beautiful human beings—three of which (all boys) are still at home. I spend a lot...

February 1 and 2: Shofar There is something wrong about the waking-up side of 4am—this, the sacred realm of paper routes, donut makers and deviantly-wired morning types. I barely remember the drive to Omaha, the flight to Newark. This layover will go on for nigh on ten...