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Christmas is on its way, which for most of us means gift-giving, which for some means shopping anxiety . For me, the only anxiety about Ch...

Having just seen Catching Fire (twice) last week and chatted through the books with my sister Lauren as she reads them for the first time...

Dear little starry-eyed former self, It hurts, a little, to break this to you, but I'm going to serve it to you straight: you grow u...

Meaghan-weekends at the end of Spring have turned into a sort of unofficial tradition (proof by the numbers: 2010 , 2011...

I've read a handful of books over the last couple of years that left me wrung out and flapping, faded, in the breeze. The Chaos Walkin...

Dear Sylvia, It's your birthday today. You would've been eighty-one years old, but of course you're not. You're foreve...

I don't think I ever talked about how NaNoWriMo went last year. I mean, I talked about it while I was in the midst of it, but did I e...