Author Archives: Kristan Higgins

  Dictionary.com defines buyer’s remorse as a feeling of regret experienced after making a purchase, typically one regarded as unnecessary or extravagant. I do not suffer from this. I suffer from non-buyer’s remorse. Take, for example, that brownstone in a … Continue reading →

  I’ve been writing a lot this week. Oh, sure, be happy about that, you wretches! Do you want to hear what it’s really like? You do? Ass ache. Yes, yes, you know you’re supposed to get up and stretch … Continue reading →

Ever since I was a kid, there’s been a melancholy associated with the month of August. Here in New England, around this time, the katydids start with their distinctive call: three buzzes, a pause, three buzzes. As a kid, these … Continue reading →

In an attempt to broaden my horizons and have more hobbies that don’t involve eating popcorn, I recently decided to return to horseback riding. The first time I rode a horse, I was four years old . The horse’s name … Continue reading →

The other night, as my daughter and I watched the sky deepening toward sunset, I said to her, “Look at the light! I call this the golden hour.” She laughed and said, “I think everyone calls it that, Mommy.” “Oh,” … Continue reading →

It is very odd to be promoting a book this summer. Everything is so different: COVID-19 has taken 110,000 lives in the U.S. alone and continues to slither through the country. We’ve watched in horror as yet another innocent black … Continue reading →

  Sadie Frost, one of the characters in ALWAYS THE LAST TO KNOW, is partly me. All my characters are in the sense that they came from my imagination, but Sadie and I have something in common—an awe of what … Continue reading →

  You know, we’re all doing our best, I like to think, except for those who are doing actual harm and being idiots during this pandemic. Most of us are doing our best, right? I’m social distancing, looking out for … Continue reading →

  A few years ago, a friend sent me a gift: Aqua Notes—a waterproof notepad you can stick in your shower via suction cups, and a special pencil. She said that since the best book ideas strike in the shower, … Continue reading →

The first time we saw her, she trotted over to us, the heart-shaped mark on her chest—the reason we chose her—pure white against her black fur. Her tail wagged, as if she knew we were hers. She was right. What … Continue reading →