I teach a very strange North Sea Germanic language called “English” to other people for work. I teach other people’s languages to myself for fun. Spanish and Norwegian are my mainstays, but I dabbl…
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 very first words of my novel Odessa are my grandmother Lynn’s. Her Yahrzeit is approaching, the first anniversary of her death. It’s a strange Spring. Memories of her are layering over the days…
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…
