This day, this day. Who knows what to do with this day. Forty-eight years ago a little brown baby was being born to a man and a woman who were just barely not babies themselves. Forty years ago, that little baby was an eight-year-old, the eldest of four. Spooky-smart, especially about math. He had a…

On the one hand, I was disappointed to read this news. On the other hand, I wasn’t at all surprised. After the outcome of the sexual assault trial, there was part of me that wanted to believe the trial still to come, in June, would be the one to give survivors what they need. But…

April passed in a haze of deadlines. A feature for Quill and Quire, plus a short assignment for their website, and two podcast pieces for TGIM. Plus my usual work at Propriometrics and a trip to a publishing conference in Salt Lake City, and of course, the arduous task of figuring out what the hell…