I Once Was Blind…

There it was: an error in a book I’d proofread. And on the very first page, in the chapter heading! I was sick. I e-mailed my apologies to the publisher. “Mistakes happen,” she answered. “You’re a great editor.” I knew she was wrong. Was I losing my eye, my ability to spot errors?

Memoir Memories

I knew it was bad news when my publishing house editor said he had to call me about my memoir, What to Wear on Your Way to Hell… and Other Detours to Heaven, which was due to go on press shortly. My guess was that a last-minute rewrite of some content wasn’t enough to allay… Continue reading Memoir Memories

The Great (Fado) Escape

Seven o’clock Friday evening . We leave the Vincci Baixa, the lovely yet affordable (this is Portugal, after all) hotel Maureen found for us two blocks from the Lisbon waterfront. Senor Fado, the place in the Alfama neighborhood where we’re supposed to go for authentic, typico Portuguese fado music on Saturday night, looks on the… Continue reading The Great (Fado) Escape

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