More From L. A.

The group of authors at the Beverly Hills Literary Escape had plenty of interesting conversations–on-stage and off-stage–last weekend. A few of them have stuck in my head. One of the nonfiction writers mentioned that writing is “abject misery.” It was a man, not that gender is necessarily important there. Another male writer on stage agreed. I…

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Leta’s Peach Pies

I got back late last night from the Beverly Hills Literary Escape, which was filled with great authors and equally great readers. (Really, I’ve never met a more enthusiastic, charming group of readers.)  I’ll talk about the weekend a little more tomorrow, but today I’m here to add a recipe.  I had several conversations this…

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The Last Trip of the Month

Headed to Los Angeles today for the Beverly Hills Literary Escape this weekend. On Friday night, there’s a cocktail party and Story Slam. So I have five minutes to tell a story to an audience. No notes. The story has to be on one of these topics: True Love, Revenge, or Home for the Holidays.  Judges…

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Some Pig-Related Disappointment

So I grew up going to the Alabama National Fair–I have no idea why it’s called “National”–every year in Montgomery. I’ve been back a couple of times as an adult, but never to stay for hours, ride the rides, and in general recreate the whole experience. We took the kids and assorted family down this…

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Of Cab Drivers and Bob Dylan

A couple of great music experiences lately: First, we had a phenomenal cab driver take us to BWI when we were leaving DC. He was, I can comfortably say, the most intersting and engaging cab driver I’ve ever had. (That title was previously held by a driver in New York, who, once he found out…

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Of Cab Drivers and Bob Dylan

A couple of great music experiences lately: First, we had a phenomenal cab driver take us to BWI when we were leaving DC. He was, I can comfortably say, the most intersting and engaging cab driver I’ve ever had. (That title was previously held by a driver in New York, who, once he found out…

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Washington D.C., It’s Paradise to Me

(The header is from a Magnetic Fields song, by the way. Just to avoid any copyright infringement.) Off to DC today. The land of delicious Afghan food, equally delicious Ethiopian food, the world’s best running path—at least, the most monument-filled running path—great bookstores, and, last but not least, our friend Adam’s wedding. It’s a direct…

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