The Ya Ya Sisterhood of the Towanda Traveling Manuscript, or how I got the most awesome book club ever without even knowing it

Hanging out on Carmelita’s patio in Calumet on a summer evening I received the compliment that every writer yearns for. “I really liked your book,” Laura said. Me: Blank stare. Confusion morphing into pleasure. Wow. She liked my book. Laura: “Mary let me read it.” My...

Design 101: Let the ‘filler’ logo go

‘Shush,’ I told my inner critic. Enough said in the aftermath of a front page Turkey Explosion-False Visualization combo earlier this week in our hometown newspaper. I vowed to zip it regarding an ongoing irritation that offends my eyes and riles my...

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