Monthly Archives: September 2012

September 23, 2012 I’m convinced that if I plan well enough, I will die peacefully in my own bed. This is because I’m a planner. I have no patience for characters who don’t plan well. McIrish and I were watching … Continue reading →

September 16, 2012 My great-grandmother was fourteen years old when she immigrated to America from Hungary. Alone. The next year, she married my great-grandfather, a coal miner in Indiana, who had three things going for him: he was employed, he … Continue reading →

September 2, 2012 Being a writer obviously means that I think a lot about imaginary people. I always have. When I was tiny, I had Sally and Mr. Goober. They only played on my special blanket, and only at night. … Continue reading →