Debut Books by Writers Over 40

(first published in 2011)

Originally, I tried to resist writing this—especially after my plea against categorizing authors.  Plus, so many of us hide our age in this world of never-get-old, unearthing this information, even in our Googlized world, was difficult.

But when , along with the plethora of lists of writers under 40, I was faced with the declaration that, as headlined in a Guardian UK article about writers, ‘Let’s Face It, After 40 You’re Past It.”

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The Book I Miss this Week: Ice Bound a Doctor’s Incredible Battle For Survival at the South Pole, by Dr. Jerri Nielson with Maryanne Vollers

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(first published in 2009)

In the continuous stream of NPR that is my life, I just learned that Jerri Nielson died of breast cancer. Dr. Nielson wrote a book I’ve read more than once, and that has now become the final solidification of my vow not to lend out well-loved books.

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A Little Santa Baby on the Side

 

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Oh, Santa. Baby. I’ve been writing about our tortured love for how many years?

In 2009 I shamelessly pled for you, staying together until finally breaking up in 2012.

In 2013 we acted like friends with benefits.

In 2014 we pretended everything from Thanksgiving to Hanukah to Christmas was one big bacchanal for us.

Then we went to therapy.

I think this might be the year of just having a little on the side (wondering if I should have married a member outside the tribe for the sake of the tree.)

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Shop Bookish & Small! Etsy Holiday Presents for Book Lovers

write drunkI love shopping small & local, but like you I sometimes I require clicking in my pajamas. Etsy to the rescue—bringing the artist to you. Here’s ten presents for book lovers (but you can take care of everyone at this site & and still shop small.)

1. Solve the mystery of the dirty face with Sherlock soap from TeaSoapBooks

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2. If you’re gifting a library user, what could be better than a ‘due date’ cuff from Accessoreads to help them remember to get those books back?

Library Due Date Bracelet

3. Carry the books home in this Madeline tote from Sharpshirter.

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Writer Wars, Hierarchy & Can We Get Over Ourselves?

I’ve never been without books since my addiction began at age four and I pray to have a TBR stack until the moment I die. On that heap I want it all: pounding plots, the wow of discovery, the comfort of recognition, and astounding characters. If I’m lucky, some will have all of the above. Whichever book I’m holding, I don’t want to be judged or lauded for it and I don’t want to shelve my books by race, class, or gender.

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Last Meal Stuffing

 

Introduction to Stuffing circa a long-time-ago

Introduction to Stuffing circa a long-time-ago

You know that sick game one plays: “If you were on death row, what would be your
last meal?” Mine would be stuffing. Not just any stuffing. This stuffing. Originally
made by my Grandma Millie, and passed to her daughter-in-law (my mother) to
me, to my sister, and now to my children. And you.

There have been many changes over the years. The original recipe had the now-discontinued Uneeda Biscuits, for which we still mourn. My sister Jill adds garlic (what!).

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Introduction to Stuffing circa a long-time-ago
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The Year Google (and Goya) Saved Thanksgiving

 

I don’t care how many people shed tears for the good old days, before we were so connected, before life sped before our tapping fingers: Web, thee did save me.

My sister and I may not have grown up rife with traditions–when when Jill and I hung our socks on Christmas eve, the flat unfilled sight of them the next morning may have reminded us that Santa didn’t stop for little Jewish girls–but darn it, we had the stuffing handed down from Grandma Millie. If we were on death row, our last meal would be the stuffing.

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Weaving a Safety Net for Strider & Gallagher Wolf: Let’s All Help

 

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“It’s not known what Justin Roy used to punch a hole in Striders stomach in December 2011.”
“The life and times of Strider Wolf” Boston Globe, Sarah Schweitzer

Many calamities conspire to push a family off the edge: abuse, illness, accidents or a confluence of all these events.

Strider Wolf underwent three surgeries in four days to repair the torn intestine suffered at the hands of his mother’s boyfriend. His brother Gallagher, 11 months, also suffered, but couldn’t speak. Their grandparents—already using every resource they had to maintain what they had— took them in, but at great costs and with only the slightest help.

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How Long Does it Take to Get Published?

Recently, a thread in an online writer’s community popped up, beginning with someone (who hadn’t begun querying) asking why folks sent query letters to so many agents.

Did they have that many “dream agents?

Why not send to just one or two top choices?

And, really, how long does it take?

Answers flew in—achingly honest and reminiscent of everyone’s distant and not-at-all-distant (often painful) publishing journeys.  I thought back to how long it took me.

The answer? You got some time?

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Why Did She Stay? How Come Nobody’s Asking Why He Did It?

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(Originally posted September 2014)

And the blame continues.

Twitter & Facebook abound with it. Some claim with surety that they’d leave after the first minute a man touched them. Other wonder (with an air of superiority) why Janay Rice married Ray Rice in the first place (often accompanied with gold-digging, victim-blaming reasons.) Many question her ‘role’ in the situation—wondering why she stayed, sat next to him, tweeted support, etc, etc, etc.

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