San Francisco Writers Conference

I'm on faculty, so stop by and say hi! 

Flash Fiction on the Danube!

I am thrilled to be an Author Host on a river cruise down the Danube from March 31-April 7, 2027! Cruise over here for more info!

Revising CONFLAGRATION

I'm not a crier. Still, I'm sitting at Roast & Toast, editing, revising, playing with the chunks and blocks of text, and all I want to do is lie down and sob.

Eleven years ago

I found out I was pregnant.

Best news ever.

Back through time

I co-led a tour of John Muir Elementary School, where Baz goes, this morning. I felt like I was walking backward through his experience: here's Room 9, where he goes to fourth grade with Ms. Rosenthal. Here's Room 3, where he had third grade with Ms. Iglehart. There's Room 5, Ms. Hong. And on and on. Ultimately we were at Mr. Tomavi's class, kindergarten.

"The fourth graders are coming to read to our class today," he said.

"Say hi to Baz."

"I do most mornings."

He has decided he is a frat boy. My kid. Wonders never cease. 

Brenda's French Soul Food, Oakland

 

Today's writing

If someone had told me what to expect from life, I would have wrinkled my forehead hard. I might have bitten my lip, and certainly I would have wondered how I could have wriggled out from under Father Fate. But there is no such chance. We are written, inscribed, in the Book of Living, and that ink is invisible to all but the author.