My Facebook feed is aflutter with the accomplishment of Diana Nyad, the 64-year-old woman who swam the 110 miles from Cuba to the U.S. without a shark cage. I may be a bit of a contrarian, but I [...]

The next big thing

Welcome, OneFourKidLit readers and everyone following the chain of posts from YA authors who are publishing their debut novels in 2014. My debut is The Secret Side of Empty, about life as an [...]

Blurred Lines

Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines is an insanely catchy song that could wake me up from a coma. Blasting on my iPhone on a sunny morning in the new local park when I’m doing my 5K [...]

An NYC morning

Now that I have my new iPhone with a working camera, you’ll have to suffer through some photojournalism until I get it out of my system. I bellyache a lot about my commute but I work in a [...]

A blue streak

Somewhere along the way, I went from “too young” for things to “too old” for them.  In my twenties, I was like a colt getting my legs under me, too young and bewildered to [...]

Odds and Ends

I’m feeling too scattered to write one cohesive piece (if, in fact, we agree that my pieces are usually cohesive).  Yet I’m feeling guilty that things are so crazy busy that [...]

Rain rain go away

Rainy days make me sad, but not the way they make other people sad.  I actually love rain.  But, lately, rain makes me wistful.  It makes me mourn all the better things I could be doing instead [...]

The Crying Game

There was nothing remarkable about date # 29.  It was what happened two days after that made it notable.  The date itself was what all first dates are:  a rundown of family history, some [...]

I’m Done

I once had a writing teacher who said, “Writers don’t so much finish books as give up on them in despair.”   At the time, I so desperately wanted a book deal that I thought [...]

Goodbye Day

My kids go to my ex-husband’s home country with him for three weeks every summer.  They left this morning.  I want to say I’m an old pro at saying goodbye to them.  And I am.  But [...]

Oh, Carlos Danger

On behalf of Latinos, let me send this message to Anthony Weiner:  step off our names.  Of all the undignified handles this pathetic little man could have come up with, why one with the name [...]

Last “kid” birthday

Twelve years ago today, right around this time, my youngest was a couple of hours old.  (Born at 8:12 a.m., always a morning person, just like his father and so unlike his mother).  The bustle of [...]

Dinner for four

If there was ever a poster couple for a bitter divorce, it was my ex-husband and I.  We are both from traditional cultures, where marriage is understood to be forever.  We did not have a good [...]