
There’s only one place Joanna Kane can tell it like it is. Her journal:I hate Terri Rubin, the woman I’m in love with. She called and told me she’s dating a woman named Sonya. I hate this Sonya and I hate Terri and I hate myself because I was n...
A novelist clings to sanity by writing about her childhood, but the exercise adds more chaos than clarity to her life.Faced with the sudden and unexpected death of her mother, disillusioned novelist Joanna Jacobs begins chronicling her willful childh...