Sitting Around on Porches

I think this story comes from the desire not just to become a front porch person, but also to become a “southern writer.” That isn’t to say that I would become a southerner. I still don’t really like sweet iced tea. I think my New England memoir style comes from being a New Englander yearning to be a Southern writer.

Where Do They Hear This Stuff?

Phones are not the problem. pic.twitter.com/PueOw9YVgO — Oppositionista (@BlueWaveYes) April 11, 2018  

Thoughts & Prayers

To all the politicians out there who are sending their thoughts and prayers in light of the latest mass slaughter of our nation’s children, may I remind you that, while you may pray anytime you want in this country, as many of us are doing right now, we didn’t send […]

Southern Writer from New England

For some time now I’ve been confused over my obsession with southern writers. I get all conflicted trying to figure out if I want to be a New Englander writing in the South, or a Southerner writing about New England. Sometimes I can’t figure out if my story is about […]

Zippers on Palta

Living with an artist often means hearing comments that may not make sense to a “normal” person. When we first moved to Peru, it surprised me that no one seemed to know what an aguacate was. Everywhere else we had been in the Spanish speaking world, the mighty avocado was […]

A Chip Off of Which Block?

A chip off of which block? I love that when I tell my son that I’m going to Arequipa, he doesn’t ask where is it or why but says “Wow! It looks like a great place. And they have incredible food. I just googled it.” [Notes from a few years […]