How to Be Cool When No one is watching but the cat…

1. Drink a beer while getting good news on the phone from your very wonderful literary agent.2. Spill the beer accidentally while taking notes during the phone call.3. Watch in horror as beer seeps toward beloved and battered iBook laptop and -good g-d, no!!!! – manuscript pages.4. Grab a shirt from the couch (don’t ask)…

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Atlanta continues to humiliate itself.

Who needs to be a literate, cultural city? Not us, apparently. As a lifelong Atlantan, I am humiliated for my hometown. Books? What are bux? Buchs. Booooks. Those stacks of things all around my house, and I write some, too! Here’s the story, and thanks to The Elegant Variation for the link. AJC bails out…

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Take My Chances…

Color Wheel (link at left) has published my essay about shopping behind Richard Thompson at our local food co-op. Really. THAT Richard Thompson. I know he plays here a lot, and I’ve seen him perform in Boston, New Orleans, here, some other place… but really, my food co-op? Go, Color Wheel! Maybe there’s an essay…

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Weightless

Here’s what I learned to do last weekend. Postscript: I couldn’t do anywhere near as well this weekend. Ebb and flow. And then we get back up.

Don’t Do It Like Frey

Craft and honesty and grace are some of the ingredients that make a good memoir. (Notice the word “honesty?”) For five nights this spring, I get to do again something that I love to do: work with beginning and not-so-beginning writers as they carve their way into their ideas of memoir. Here’s a link to…

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Space-Time Continuum in North Georgia

We saw Lulu’s house, or where it was once upon a time. M. and I drove far, far out into the country (I am such an urban girl. This was, by odometer, fewer than ten miles from town, and oh, was it beautiful, but it was silent and far and green and was populated by…

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The Magnetic Girl

Lulu Hurst has been tugging on my sleeve for a few years now, even though she is, as we say in the South, passed. Lulu was a marvel – literally. In 1883, when she was thirteen, she may or may not have engaged the wonders of what was then known as “magnetism,” to move objects,…

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One door opens…

Apparently, sometimes the adage is true about close one door and another opens, or leap and the net will appear (is that Julia Cameron in “The Artist’s Way?” I think so. I liked that book; I found it reassuring), or let go let g-d (which is not my thing) or the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali,…

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