Romance novels aren't typically bastions of gender diversity, but the new title Two Spirit Ranch does have an interesting premise: Not sure where to turn next, Terri heads off for a trip to small tow...
Today there came a milestone: the day my mini dachshund puppy made off with my iPhone while I was writing. I looked up and there he was, sitting on his blanket, the phone between his front paws. I don't think he wanted to chew on it so much as he wanted me not to be distracted from giving him scritches.
We here at Olivia Waite never worked at Borders—but we worked with plenty of other booksellers who had Borders on their résumés. And we still nourish perpetual gratitude for that time in high school when we found that Borders was the only game in town—even in bookish, ...
Yesterday was the most beautiful day Seattle's had all year. And there I was, in a strapless yellow silk dress and silver ballet flats, drinking Hemingway daiquiris on the patio of the Olympic Sculpture Park, with a jazz band playing and two of my best friends still giddy about saying their vows. <3
Five years ago I found myself alone in DC and looking for a good place to spend a summer afternoon. My guidebook described the National Postal Museum as: "Not as boring as it sounds." This was such terrible praise that I had to visit -- and found one of the smartest, most illuminating museums I've ever had the pleasure of wandering through with my jaw hanging open in awe.
I watched the video on developing mail-carrying trucks at least three times, trying to memorize every little fact because they were all amazing and nobody had ever told me any of these stories. And today, on Twitter, one of those facts was mentioned in a quiz from the Postal Museum's marvelous Twitter feed, and I was able to answer correctly.
If you live in the area or happen to be visiting, you should really check it out.