Imagine this woman in a messy kitchen with no cameras and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what I’m like when it comes to wrapping presents:
Ann Leary, author of The Good House
Author of The Good House
Imagine this woman in a messy kitchen with no cameras and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what I’m like when it comes to wrapping presents:
Do you all know about Ploughshares Magazine? If not, please allow me to introduce you to one of our country’s most lauded literary journals.
In 1971, at the Plough and Stars pub in Cambridge, Massachusetts, DeWitt Henry ( a former Emerson teacher of mine) and Peter O’Malley created a magazine that would be a platform for diverse literary passions by inviting established writers to guest-edit most issues of the magazine. Forty years later, it remains Ploughshares’ mission to provide a national forum for the work of emerging writers and new work by established writers.
Denis has no understanding of foreign currency rates. Fortunately he has me along to explain what bargains we’re getting. 2 euros is equal to 1 dollar, right? More or less. I’m pretty sure it’s something like that.
I am THRILLED to announce that my latest novel will be published by St Martin’s Press with the brilliant Brenda Copeland as my editor.
It was a beautiful weekend here in New England. Devin came home on Saturday night, we had a nice dinner with her and watched a movie. We just enjoyed the outdoors and our animals. Let’s see, what else? Oh yes, there was one other thing – Denis and I crashed Tony Bennett’s birthday party.
Do you think it’s possible to find a person who has been missing for 100 years?
My great grandmother, Louisa Knickerbocker Rauschmeier gave birth to my grandmother in 1912, and then she “disappeared.” I want to find out what happened to her.
We were at the US Open women’s tennis finals on Sunday. Yes, the match where Serena had a bit of a meltdown.
Whenever I damage something – say I break a shoelace or burn a piece of toast at my sister Meg’s house, she will gasp as if she has been struck, then, squaring her shoulders and jutting her chin out bravely she’ll say, “Well (deep breaths, blinking back tears) We just can’t have nice things.” I do the same thing when she’s visiting me and manages to knock a book off the shelf or leave a smudge on the refrigerator. This invariably causes us to laugh until we cry. Every time.
“Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.” Herman Melville, Moby Dick
I’ve been staying at the eyesore, getting lots of work done. We still have no internet or television, so I’ve been just enjoying the view. Last evening we had a big storm, and then, just before the sun finally set, it decided to make a sort of command performance. An unexpected encore after a very impressive day. Everything shone; the lake was shimmering and mist rose like gusts of smoke from the hills beyond. It was really something.
And now:
Things I Have Learned While Away From the Internet and Television:
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