I don’t know about you, but when I write the Fey books, I need to have a calendar. And I don’t mean a computer generated calendar. I need to have a straight up paper calendar I can write on. I write in the margins. I plot out the sequence of events. I check weather patterns…
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My parents were… odd. My mother suffered from bouts of paranoia and schitzophrenia. To treat her paranoia, she drank. A lot. My father dealt with her irratic behavior by withdrawing into himself. They had no friends. They had no social life. They lived an incredibly isolated existance – the island of odd. Not knowing any…
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I had quite an adventure last week at my Aunt Mary Ellen’s home in California.? Aunt Mary Ellen was a hoarder.?? I thought I would share some stories I heard about her while I was there. Please know that I tell these stories with real love and laughter.? Aunt Mary Ellen would have been thrilled…
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This is a picture of my grandfather, Pierson Mitchell Hall. I almost never talk about him.? I don’t think I’ve ever written in public about him. He was a lot of different things to a lot of different people.? In his hey day, he was one of the most powerful and influential men in California.?…
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