Once upon a time, you couldn’t tell a story straight. The problem might be that you began as a poet. That focus on a moment, an image, that impulse to seize a scene and squeeze it dry, or spend day…
I’m not a medievalist but fell in love with one because he seduced me by quoting lines—in Middle English—from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. And of course, in my besotted state of lust, I studied that…
The small secretary desk where I write is tucked into a corner of my bedroom. I spent hundreds of mornings here, shaping and reshaping the manuscript of my novel, Temporary Palaces, while a few fee…
In 2022, the year my baby died from labor complications, I thought I would never laugh again. That was fine by me. I didn’t want to live in a world where it was possible to laugh after losing your …
