... and the perplexities of a bilingual home library a feature from The Nerdy Book Club , March 2020 ​ When I was a child, I had no idea how many books there were in the world. I hoped there would be a lot of them; sometimes I imagined a version of a fairy tale in which I spread a blanket on the ground, whistled through my teeth, and watched a stack materializing. But I personally owned only about two dozen at most, and a good many of those were in Danish—sent by relatives wh

A plane descends through Balboa Park.   Civilization from Époque Press's ézine , February 2025    In my twenties, I lived under the San...

I'm unpopular in a special new public way. I've made the American Library Association's list of 100 most challenged books of the last...

Ten years ago, it was Midge's birthday. Midge--Barbie's best friend, right? She had never had an essay or article devoted to herself. Was...

I've been sick lately, and the mini authors' inn has languished while I've made smaller things and waited for some trim to arrive and...

Yes, fancy endpapers are having a moment. Which is not why they are in my writerly mini-inn; I've just always liked them. Above is the...

On the second day of election 2020, I wondered what the front of my house was doing. I'd been sick in bed for six days (ongoing health...

I told my Danish aunt that I've been really into endpapers as part of my current craft project, a miniature inn for writers and readers...

Craftiness helps me deal with chronic pain and also gives me ideas for my books and stories, which give me ideas for little houses to build.