Author Archives: Kristan Higgins

  Almost every year of our marriage, McIrish has made maple syrup. He started by buying a few taps and hanging buckets on the maple trees. The kids would go with their red wagon and check the sap, and with … Continue reading →

I want to thank you, readers, for the past four weeks. It was a very busy year. I wrote a book, went on two book tours, attended at least one writers conference, had a child graduate from college, took a … Continue reading →

So…My plotting friends had just left, and the ocean was wild, the tide very high. I thought, hey, I’ve been inside most of the past two days, plotting and laughing (and laughing and laughing) with Huntley and Stacia, eating lots … Continue reading →

If you’re a writer, there is something that I think is almost always necessary to do what we do…solitude. For each of my books, I’ve needed to be alone. This does not include a faithful canine companion. Just alone from … Continue reading →

  I’ve been going gray since my twenties, but things sped up after I had my kids (not blaming you, Princess and Dearest, but if the shoe fits…). Since I hit 50, there’s been a white streak in the front, … Continue reading →

I recently had a college-age reader write to me and share the fact that she’s never had a boyfriend. She professed to be ignorant of how to flirt, let a guy know she thought he was cute, talk to a … Continue reading →

  This weekend, I had the opportunity to talk to the Philadelphia Romance Writers, and, being good writers, they took me to a bar afterward. I was having a lovely conversation with author Kim Golden, who lives in Sweden. She … Continue reading →

I like to give blood; it makes me feel holy and heroic. “One pint saves three lives,” they like to tell you. Friday was a rainy day, and I’d just finished reading a book, so I was in that book … Continue reading →

Well, it’s that time of year, so I’m going to tell you a Christmas story. It’s not the happiest story, but maybe it’s a good story anyway. When my father was killed many years ago by a drunk driver, I was just … Continue reading →

  If you’re Hungarian, you know the wonders of what are simply called Hungarian cookies. They’re humble looking little things folded into squares or curved into crescents, and have several fillings: apricot, prune, nut, and sometimes cream cheese, if you … Continue reading →