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I have known for almost an entire month about the Mason jars. Britt even gave me three for my birthday, in anticipation of my wrath. But as the days ticked by, I found myself resisting my [...]

I was sitting in the afternoon sun sipping a butter rum steamer when I heard the quickening sound of shoes on pavement heading my direction. “Oh my God! Is that Katey Schultz? The famous writer?” [...]

I have almost forgotten about the mountains. My heart and mind have been in such a whirlwind this week, that I start and end each day by the stars. The mountains appear at daylight and fade by [...]

Dear Joan Didion, It occurs to me that I have particularly bad timing. It is, after all, only several months after Knopf released your latest book. Certainly the letters will be piling up. But it [...]

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Tonight I finished Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking and am preparing to crack open the 628 page paperback version of Sometimes a Great Notion by Ken Kesey. This will be the longest book I [...]

The essay is complete. My love affair with Joan Didion is now tied up neatly in an analytical box with a graduate-school-quality-ribbon tied on top. Specifically, I noted Didion’s use of [...]

My car swings around the last turn up at the craft school and by total coincidence I spot Viva, Carol, and Marilyn eating a late afternoon lunch on the back porch of one of the rental cabins. I [...]

Eve’s Night Out is a monthly women’s poetry reading that draws creative writers from as far as one hour away, to a small independent bookstore tucked away in the small town where I work. Women [...]

I arrive at 5 p.m. as promised and am greeted warmly by Dan and Viva, the two artists responsible for dreaming up tonight’s underground restaurant. Dan is one of the most calm, humble, honest, [...]