This Rosenblat fiasco is still a story, but it is becoming less about the genre of memoir than about the character flaw of this one man.

Each fall and spring I have had the honor and pleasure of presenting my work to a small gathering of colleagues at the Sacramento State Library Galleria during their Collective Reading Series.

While I generally find e-mail forwards irritating, redundant, occasionally insulting, and often totally fabricated,

Today my writer-buddy, Jen, asked me if I was scared of a blank page. I told her that I am scared of the pile of dishes that towers over the dishpan in my kitchen,

When there is so much to do, why add another thing? Especially when so many others do it so well. The same can be said, I suppose, of anything.