Lydia Netzer

I had this hoodie, see? And it was the only thing that would let me really write. Buried in its terry fleece depths, chewing on its strings,...

My children found a dying bird in the yard today, an elderly robin that looked like it had been attacked by a hawk. It just fell down out of...

Me: "How did you change, when you became a mother?" Cleverbot: "A friend replaced my fake brain with a real one."

I am in Pennsylvania, writing my new novel. Also looking at leaves on the ground, burning up an enormous amount of wood in our fireplace, an...