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Close Quarters

Bridgeport, suburb of Chicago, seventeen years ago August     Last night Katie had gone through her usual routine of sitting on the edge of the tub to read so she wouldn’t wake her sister, then crawling into her sleeping bag on the floor in the front room and readying […]

No One Writes Alone

The number one question we get asked as a couple who writes is: “How do you write together?” Answer: “I’m the left hand, he’s the right.” A joke, obviously, based on the idea that writing is the endeavor of solitary genius by a guy in a nubby sweater, well-lit by […]

An American’s House

Part of committing to be a professional writer is establishing discipline. I chose Stephen King’s advice: Write every day, no matter what. I’m too busy, I’m sick, I’m on vacation, none are acceptable excuses. A visit to Washington, DC with my mom and my oldest son tested my resolve. Julie’s […]

Getting There

My Stupid Human Trick is the ability to list the kings and queens of England from 1066. I devour books on English history. One of the many reasons Julie and I are so compatible is our shared anglophilia. Between us, we’ve been to England five times and yearn for more, […]