My twentieth high school reunion is coming up--class of 88, Murphy High School, Mobile, Alabama--and as I was browsing the reunion site yesterday I came across a familiar name, Margaret Brown.
like today, when I'm at home at 10:00 a.m., chatting it up with the dishwasher repairman, who moved here from the Ukraine twenty years ago and, God love him, keeps dropping the kind of hints for which
Last night I did a reading at The Depot in Mill Valley, CA. Five minutes before the reading was scheduled to begin, there were only three people in the room, all of whom I knew.
When I started writing NO ONE YOU KNOW, I knew that I wanted to write a book about storytelling, about the blurred line between fact and fiction, about
