Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Hung’s Anne Heche, Author Stephanie Klein, Author A.M. Homes
No internet access all weekend.  Photos from East Hampton’s Author’s Night to come… first, I must get the beans dressed for their last dinner with Grandma & Grandpa before returning…

The Soundtracks of Our Summers
We’re all living our little lives, with our little earbuds, hoping to live out loud, writing the soundtracks to our lives, as they happen. We all must think it sometimes: that our lives are movies…

In light of interactive conferences & festivals everywhere, I’ve compiled a list of things to know when attending. This goods detailed below can be applied to just about any conference, whether it’s SXSW, a local networking shindig, or the Southern…

When I heard of the passing of Frank McCourt I asked Stephanie if she would write a blog post about him.  She responded that I should write something as she hadn’t read his books or personally known him. It wouldn’t…

Look At That S Car Go!
We were in fifth grade, standing on the edge of my front lawn, our bicycles tossed to the ground. "Whaddaya wanna do now?" Leigh asked.
"Let’s be grease monkeys," I said. I wanted to…

Oh, nuts.
Smut. It’s what they caught me with, age 15, at sleepaway camp for fat kids. I was then lectured by a man who asked me if I thought I knew a lot about boys. Fellatio, as far as…

Jillian & Ed
Jillian, I love you. I do.
Whenever anyone begins with proclamations of love, they’re about to go somewhere ugly. And I am. I’m about to get ugly. But first, I’m going to be pretty: I love neurotic…

"Ma, you can’t feed the chicken chicken!" "What, I should make separate meals?"
They’re coming. The real housewives of The Lone Star State. They’re really coming.
Growing up, I’d always heard my mother refer to the women at our country…