Robin Slick: In Her Own Write

Our neighbor of 45 years—and Jasper’s beloved babysitter—died today. Gary and I watched with horror from our kitchen window. The distraught ...

  Gary and I are married fifty one years today. Yeah, I know, how is that possible when we don’t even remotely look like we’re fifty?  Har h...

Me since yesterday, after learning my novel is being considered for publication along with four other writers, with seemingly my biggest com...

    That feeling when you learn your new novel is still in contention by visiting your wishlist publisher’s website and seeing a line taken ...

Welp, it’s the Sunday a week before the Super Bowl, which means there’s absolutely nothing on television so I’m watching pre-olympic figure ...

I have an unbelievable story, so insane I can only post it here because I am afraid people on Facebook will roll their eyes and think I am e...

Last night Eric and the Kevin Morby band came over for dinner before they head out on tour and Gary made his famous Daddy burgers, using imp...

  I know, I know. Where have I been? Well, yesterday we marched in the neighborhood Halloween parade with Superman I mean Jasper and had a g...

  So I have been spending the last few weeks working on my new book, Leaving Candyland, and have avoided, for the most part, both the news a...

  Well here’s something I never had on my life’s bingo card. Sean Lennon showed up at my daughter’s gig last night and my husband , dog and ...