All posts tagged: guest post

Amy Impellizzeri shares this personal essay on her ‘non-partisan political novel,’ WHY WE LIE, the #metoo movement, & more

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By Leslie Lindsay Piercingly observant, timely and oh-so-topical, Amy Impellizzeri shares this essay about her new release, WHY WE LIE, combining social media, politics, and the workplace culture. Everyone lies. The real surprise is WHY… I’ve been a fan of Amy’s work since her debut, LEMONGRASS HOPE (2014) and like anyone who practices her craft, Amy gets better and better with every book. She is seriously talented, with jaw-dropping twists, turns, and complex characters. Her new book, WHY WE LIE (available March 5th from Wyatt-Mackenzie) is so timely, so topical, and so…intricate. Today, she’s sharing this lovely personal essay about her experience with working as an attorney in D.C. in the 1990s. Featured in Publisher’s Weekly and garnering rave reviews like this one from Hank Phillippi Ryan, Nationally Best-selling author of TRUST ME: “Amy Impellizzeri is incredibly talented! She turns the truth topsy-turvy in this sinister and surprising tale of greed, politics, and power. Timely and thought-provoking—this is exactly what psychological suspense is meant to be. A winner in every way.” First a bit about …

Wednesdays with Writers: Elizabeth Berg on the busyness of the season, Christmas cards, exhaustion, and everything our mothers did to make the holidays great. Oh, and her newest book, ARTHUR TRULUV

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By Leslie Lindsay  I recently had the opportunity to read this very poignant story by veteran author, Elizabeth Berg. THE STORY OF ARTHUR TRULUV is thought-provoking, endearing, and oh-so-sweet. In fact, I woke up at 2:30 in the morning just to finish! Click here to read my review on GoodReads. Serioulsy, this is a book for anyone and everyone; I was so thrilled Random House sent me a copy. “Truluv is a novel for these contentious times. We could all use a bit of Arthur’s ego-free understanding and forgiveness of fellow human beings.” —USA Today Today, I have a lovely guest piece from Elizabeth, about the busyness of the holiday season, about holiday cards, and trying to out-do our mothers. I’m pretty sure you’ll find truth and humor and nostalgia all wrapped up in this one. Enjoy! THE YEAR I RUINED CHRISTMAS by Elizabeth Berg As a child, I saw my mother prepare for Christmas every year, and it never occurred to me that labor was involved. I thought it was my mother’s joy and …

BookS on MondaY: Guest Post~Creating the Perfect Outdoor Reading Space

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By Leslie Lindsay  I don’t know about you, but I’ve been getting these gorgeous catalogs from Frontgate, PotteryBarn and Ballard Designs with the most to-die-for outdoor seating areas. For a brief moment, I am transported to the backyard oasis of my dreams with a book in hand. But when I look out my window, I see brown (getting greener by the day, though), and desolate flower beds. And then Jen Altrogee came to me with this stunning how-to; transforming those brambles and brown into a world glittering with color and books. I’m honored to welcome Jen to the blog and to share her lovely article on creating outdoor reading spaces. Roll up your sleeves and dig in! “Unless you live in Miami or San Francisco, you’re most likely over winter. Over the cold, wind chill, and slush. In preparation for the warmer weather, I am going to give you 5 tips for creating the perfect outdoor reading space that will serve you from spring to fall (and possibly well into winter depending on how far south …

Write On, Wednesday: Author of REAL EMOTIONAL GIRL Tanya Chernov Talks About Home (Series 4/5)

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By Leslie Lindsay Having recently read Tanya Chernov’s memoir A REAL EMOTIONAL GIRL, I reached out to extend my kudos on her moving account. It’s relatable to many–loss, grief, and ulimately a place of home.  Her family camp for girls “up north” will always represent comfort, safety, and love for her. What Gathers Beneath the Surface “Though I was born in Milwaukee, I spent much of my childhood at the summer camp my family owns and operates in northwestern Wisconsin. “Up North,” where the mosquitoes are said to grow as big as hummingbirds, and the nearest town has perplexingly sustained a population of 521 souls, the region harbors a blissfully stagnant kind of atmosphere. A quiet exists there you can’t find elsewhere in the world, a quiet you haven’t heard since 1985. Maybe even ’82. There’s a spit of swampland between the butt of our lake and curve of County Road I, where—even that far from our boundaries—you can hear the laughter and cheering of the campers issuing a steady susurrus from down the road. I like to paddle my solo canoe out …