My neuropsychologist mom taught me how to diagnose people from a young age. She also left me with a deep jealousy for her patients, who stole away her time. If I had Autism or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Mom could stay home to treat me. Amen, Amen, Amen (Scribner Hardcover) by Abby Sher is . . . → Read More: Amen, Amen, Amen
Two of our own (Royal Young and Lori Bizzoco) are getting their reading cherries popped tomorrow. Come get crunk, shrunk, photographed and advised by Susan Shapiro and Frank Flaherty NY Times editor on how to rock the mic at your own rock star writer bash.
Join veteran journalists and rising media stars for a night . . . → Read More: Spotlight
The first time I met Sue was at her Secrets of Getting Published seminar. I was writing my memoir, Single to Baby, when two people mentioned her name in three days. I’ve never turned my back on a coincidence. I waddled my seven-month pregnant belly up six flights of stairs to attend the . . . → Read More: The Bizz
Scribbling half stoned poetry in the hood got me by until I met Susan Shapiro. Her intense drive and blunt, honest critique woke me up and got me published. She is a star at making people realize their potential, as well as a sharp, witty and darkly analytical author. Whether lamenting lost loves . . . → Read More: Spotlight
A girl once told me autumn was the most violent season. I’m starting to agree. It’s been a time of financial ruin, ecological destruction and casual remarks about a second Holocaust (if Ahmadinejad doesn’t believe the first one happened, how can there be a second?). Halloween is coming up, promising sadistic pranks and . . . → Read More: Just Don’t Burn My Books