Too often eating is a chore. I’m not one of those people who considers food fuel. I consider it art, inspiration, passion. It is, at its best, a sensual marriage of sight, scent and taste. I don’t eat bread. First I inhale its scent—ah, wheat, rye, honey, maybe asiago cheese–(you can imagine how delighted my… Read More

For the next three weeks, I’m going to be changing my blogging schedule, although it will serve much the same purpose. I’ll still talk about my writing life. But I’m going to be couching it in terms of the trip I’m on. I’m writing this from Matera Italy, where I’m attending the Women’s Fiction Festival…. Read More

I hope J.K. Rowling makes more money than God. Not just because I thought the Harry Potter series was seriously brilliant, beautifully innovative and clever as hell. Because J.K. Rowling seduced generations of kids into reading. I admit. I came to Harry late. But then, my kids were already grown when he showed up. I… Read More