2015

 

This Wednesday -- Berkeley Library, North Branch

 Author event, baby! 

From Facebook

I drive listening to Tori Amos, "Silent All These Years." Singing it, really belting it out. I listened to this in college, warming up my faulty car in the narrow parking lot behind my apartment, shifting gears from first to reverse and first again, gunning it, hoping it would work for once. Fog burns off the slopes of the hills. The female GPS voice on my phone robots off the directions.

"I hear my voice -- I hear my voice -- I hear my voice and it's been here: silent all these years."

Babies in 2013

 

From the Young Adult novel

I tried to look beyond his grin, his dimple, his teeth that just seemed bigger and whiter than ever before, to get a glimpse of the truth. What I found was – nothing. It was like scratching the surface and finding even more surface. You could dig down to the core of the earth that way, excavating with a spoon until you reached red-hot molten lava. But by then it was too late. You were already burned.

Home with the Yoshinator

 

Indigo Girls, "Galileo"

I'm not making a joke
You know me I take everything so seriously
If we wait for the time 'til all souls get it right
Then at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation in my life time
I'm still not right