Jo Treggiari

I keep a few books on my bedside table. The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, The Encyclopedia of Fairies, Georgette Heyer’s Regency World, and the Oxford Dictionary of Superstitions to name several. They’re thick books and great for dipping into at […]

The husband and I have been holed up watching a steady stream of dvds. We don’t have a TV so all those network and cable shows are new to us. And he is from California and will never get used […]

The winter landscape is stark. In November this is a good thing. It makes it easy to glimpse the silver plush of a squirrel or the soft beige of a deer against the black tree trunks and the white snow […]

I was an odd child. I think people my own age thought I was weird and I knew they were right. Teachers thought I was smart but a little socially inept, and parents assumed I was shy, quiet and studious. […]

As usual it was very difficult to pick a winner however I think Sasha Blinstein won it by a (nose) hair. Majestic rose the imperial tall ship, riding the waves, cresting, like twin draft horses plowing a deep furrow, driving […]

In eighth grade I was barely twelve and I was in love with the most beautiful boy. His initials were DL and his last name (much like my Lucy Factor) meant ‘the light’. He was as pretty as a girl […]

I think there is a natural inclination once a writer is published to think to herself that there is nothing now that is unknown about the process of writing well and concisely. Looking at glossy stacks of your own book […]

VERSUS THE ONLY TIME TO WRITE. I’ve figured it out. If I had my way (ha!) I would roll out of my bed shortly after dawn, stagger over to my computer and plunge in. No coffee, perhaps a few essential […]

Back in Berkeley when I trained as a boxer I used to run 3 miles a day. My knees twinge just thinking about it! Our house overlooked a park –and lest you’re imagining a Central Park kind of scenario let […]