It's fair to say that, in our age of digitized apathy and carefully-curated online inertia, you can add singer-songwriter and bassist Meshell Ndegeocello to that long line of creative polymaths who have not only injected vital energy into the culture but repeatedly spoken truth to power.
Is self-loathing -- or at least stark, scathing self-criticism -- a required personality trait for novelists? Well, it's certainly a useful tool for probing the depths of human possibility. Here are ten examples of bestselling novels whose characters struggle with low self-esteem.
You don't have to wear a white sheet with a pointy hat and go around burning crosses to be racist. We all harbor prejudices of some kind, and many people are carelessly and casually racist while being perfectly pleasant otherwise. As I see it, racism and homophobia are two sides of the same coin.
This week, I had the pleasure of interviewing Shadra Strickland, celebrated children's book illustrator, for our Zoobean Experts on Air series. Ms. Strickland recently released Please, Louise in collaboration with Toni and Slade Morrison.
Ah! The joys and tribulations of being surrounded by stacks of books at my bedside, my husband's bedside, books tucked into every available nook and cranny, piled high on every tabletop and stacked double on every shelf, making it impossible to navigate around safely.
Give it a try. Make it a goal to write every day (or almost every day or at least on a regular basis) in 2014. Write when it's early, write when it's late, write during your lunch hour, or your train commute, write whenever it suits you.
When my husband Jack and I got together more than twenty years ago, it was in a time when virtually every other marriage was ending in divorce, stats so terrible they'd engendered their own grim humor: You could shop for your next husband.
The LA-based pianist, conductor, and composer André Previn called Susan Wadsworth, who founded Young Concert Artists (YCA) in 1961, last week to tell her how much he loved soprano Jeanine de Bique's singing of his cycle, Honey and Rue.
Whatever subjects we choose, as women writers we are cataloging historical and cultural events in ways that go far deeper than the two-dimensional stories told by photographs. We get into the heads of our audience in ways that movies still can't.
This summer, I found myself re-reading Alice Walker's The Color Purple, a book that is both wonderful and awful. After finishing, I asked myself, "Why do some books by great authors (or parts of books by great authors) work so well, while others fail?"