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This past summer, I had the great privilege of working with an amazing author. Sharon Marlow's post, looking for an editor for a memoir about online dating, piqued my interest and I dashed off a query immediately. Funny, charming, and looking suspiciously like a woman half her age, Sharon was a delight to work with. Being a single woman of a "certain age" as well, I was curious to find out how she faired in the online dating world. I'd had a few adventures in that realm myself in the past -...

The holidays are rolling in with their usual mix of twinkle lights, warm drinks, and the low-level panic of trying to find gifts that don’t scream I bought this at 11 p.m. in a parking lot. But amidst all the bustle, there’s a lovely little opportunity hiding in plain sight: supporting the indie authors who’ve been filling your shelves, your feeds, and your imagination all year. And the best part? Most of the ways you can support them don’t cost a dime. (Though yes, indie authors everywhere...

When someone says, “Picture an apple,” I don’t. Not because I won’t—but because I can’t. My mind doesn’t produce images. There’s no shiny red fruit hovering in the dark behind my eyelids, no dew-drop glint, no soft-focus stem. I know what an apple is —its taste, its weight, its cultural baggage from Eve to Snow White—but I can’t see it. Until recently, I assumed everyone else was the same. I thought “picture an apple” was a metaphor. It isn’t. Around 2015, neurologist Adam Zeman  gave a name...