It’s all over but the long lines at hotel checkout, the cab stands, and the airport. On Saturday, I went to three panels. I rounded out the last of my (always) excessive book fair purchases. I said hello and tried to talk meaningfully with a few people I hadn’t yet Read more…
Eight, eight… I forget what eight was for. Today started off slowly with a mad dash through the bookfair, where I managed to still somehow spend $100 (and other ways the bookfair is exactly like Vegas AND Target), but I now own signed books by all the best people, like Read more…
All the people. All the hugging. All the books. All the walking in high heels. The thing about this weekend is that it reminds so many of us that though we might labor behind closed office doors, or headphoned away from the world for hours or days or weeks or Read more…
So, first, my luggage was lost. Then I saw Sofi T (which was a BALM), It’s still lost (the luggage), far as I can tell. My cute (new) shoes are in it—which is a whole ‘nother story—plus my makeup and clothes and brush. Then I rapped with Alison Hawthorne Deming Read more…