R.I.P Warren Miller

Los Angeles seems an unlikely spot responsible for rekindling my love of skiing, but it was in a tiny, temporary apartment a block south of Artesia Boulevard where I discovered Warren Miller’s buttery voice and found motivation in his unrestrained passion for winter.

Confessions of a San Francisco Writers Conference First-Timer

It's a been almost a year since I attended the incredibly, amazing San Francisco Writers Conference and I'm still energized by the experience, the friends I made, and the work I'm doing to reach my publishing goals. While I'm not attending this year's version, I wanted to (re)share my day-after musings from last year. Feel free to …

Confessions of a San Francisco Writers Conference First-Timer

5 "Day-After" Reflections I just returned from my first writers conference, the four-day SFWC. As I mingled one last time in the gathering of more than 500 authors, writers, agents, editors, and publishing-types yesterday, I contrasted my pre- and post-conference self. I mean, like a memoir, the experience was transforming, and in atonement for last Wednesday's …