Author Archives: Angie

(From the New York Times) * * * ‘Try to praise the mutilated world.’ Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the … Continue reading →

(The dog wasn’t the only one.)

In which our heroine attends a bachelorette party, has two drinks and dances until 2 a.m., and spends the next day recovering. #old

These feel like they’ve almost lost their “cush.” A good feeling, because it means I’ve been hitting the road a lot.

A coworker told me you can gently write on a banana with a toothpick and the message will appear the next day. Oh Internet, is there nothing you cannot teach us? (Of course, I had to try it.)

I woke up early this morning and wrote for an hour, the very early stages of a project I hope will become important. That might not seem like a major accomplishment for a “professional” writer, but trust me — fear … Continue reading →

Confession: I’ll never get tired of them. Or stop being fascinated by the magic that is the postal system. Bytes have nothing on stamps.