by AnnSheybani | Dec 5, 2022 | Writing
My mother loved to paint. I’m not talking art, I’m talking rooms. She’d head on over to the local Benjamin Moore store and buy three gallons of whatever shade of yellow was on special, and cart them home in our station wagon. Next, she’d set up the step stool, even... by AnnSheybani | Nov 27, 2022 | Writing
Barry, our caretaker, stopped by one day last summer. He’s a really lovely dude who cuts our grass and looks after our place in Ireland whenever we’re gone. Anyway, Barry was giving out about some Americans who were due to arrive at another property he looks after.... by AnnSheybani | Nov 21, 2022 | Writing
I think about my arch nemesis–efficiency–a lot when I’m on a mountain. Day in and day out, carrying one load up to a higher camp, going back down for another. Breaking camp in the morning, setting it back up all over again at night. Going up an... by AnnSheybani | Nov 6, 2022 | Writing
In my line of work, I talk to a lot of fascinating people who consider their stories worthy of Big House publishing. They’ve done the whole rags-to-riches thing, or overcome outrageous abuse, or performed the most amazing feats of courage. I mean, I’m awed... by AnnSheybani | Oct 28, 2022 | Writing
You know what stops people from doing what they say they want to do? A plethora of choice, that’s what. You get how it goes. Should I do this first, or that? What’s the benefit for taking this course of action, followed by that course, or vice versa?... by AnnSheybani | Oct 24, 2022 | Life, Writing
I grew up with ZERO understanding of process. I chalk this up to the alcoholic dynamic that played out in our household. One minute–OK, this would go on for hours, but who’s counting– my father would be drinking and raging, tearing into my mother, sending the family...
