by AnnSheybani | Nov 7, 2026 | Reading, Writing
I’ve been reading about people who should be dead. Not in a morbid way. (Okay, maybe a little.) It started with one book about a shipwreck, and then, the way these things go, I couldn’t stop. Three books later, I’m convinced they’re all...
by AnnSheybani | Nov 1, 2026 | Writing
Back in the day, Walt and I would drive to the local Citgo on Sunday mornings to buy the New York Times. The paper was as thick as my arm, stuffed with the Magazine, the Book Review, and a fistful of inserts. From there we’d head to LaSalle’s, a family-run...
by AnnSheybani | Oct 18, 2026 | Life, Writing
I like to think I’m smart. That I’m an educated consumer who knows a magic pill when she sees one. I’m not. I’m as gullible as the next person, and it kills me to admit this to you. I’ve been watching my weight since I was 11. I could...
by AnnSheybani | Oct 10, 2026 | Writing
Years ago, back when he was practicing law, Walt sat behind the steering wheel of our Subaru, phone to his ear, getting more exasperated by the minute with a client. She was a young woman who’d hired him to win sole custody of her baby. The father was, by all...
by AnnSheybani | Oct 6, 2026 | Writing
A friend called me a few weeks ago with a book problem. He’s a coach. Successful, and busy in a way that makes me tired just hearing about it: on stage one weekend, coaching in Toronto the next, Chicago after that, a podcast squeezed into whatever’s left....
