gemma D. alexander

On a Friday night almost exactly 21 years ago, I was alone. My boyfriend was at Jam Box with his band. My roommate was with...

In the introduction to My Kind of Place, Susan Orlean confesses that she loves to travel – even to places that don’t sound wonderful. When...

This year, I am trying to learn from my blog stats, but as usual, in January I was distracted by the more creative search terms...

Crows and squirrels. Beggar’s Feast is crowded with these urban vermin, potent symbols whose meaning I could never quite make out, just as I could...

In preparation for Iceland Writers Retreat, I am reading a book by each of the featured authors. Although it feels weird to review a book...