It seemed to happen all at once, this colour and coolness. My husband and I had patio beers with some friends on Saturday, and barbecued in our backyard with other friends on Sunday, and now this. It seems cliché to be this excited for this particular month and the season it…
Every year it feels like the last IFOA (International Festival of Authors) was just two weeks ago. Admittedly, I got an earlier than usual start this year. Yesterday, Teri and I went to a reading and interview with Ben Lerner and Ian McEwan, and it seemed to go by in…
In 2005 I had a poetry blog. It's strange for me to think that I wrote poetry, but I did, and I used to post the (mostly unpublished) poems on my blog. That's another thing that's strange to me now. I recently rediscovered the blog thanks to files I'd saved years…
