I’m happy to report that my memoir is scheduled for release in October this year to coincide with Atlanta’s Pride celebration.
Tag Archives: Mike Coleman
A New Regard for the Word ‘Husband’
Early in Madeline Miller’s gorgeous 2012 novel, The Song of Achilles, the young Greek warrior and title character refers to his lover Patroclus as his husband. The book got me thinking about the origins of that word, and gave me new appreciation for how we use it today.
‘Emily in Paris’ and the Joy of a Friendly Argument
On Facebook this week, I posted a quick review of the Netflix hit Emily in Paris. It stirred up a nest of lively opinions about the show—and some bittersweet memories of better times.
Wordle, You Break My Heart
Dear Wordle, You remind me of a guy I had a summer fling with in college. We had fun, but we knew it wouldn’t last.
Finding a Room of One’s Own
Whether we’re professional writers or not, we all need a quiet getaway when it comes time to put words on paper. I once found one in the middle of nowhere, some would say … and it worked beautifully.
A Friend of Mine Has a Book Out and It’s Good
The author’s occasional conversations with her main character to guide and counsel him add a comic twist to “Helping Howard,” an entertaining new novel by Sally Schloss.
The Perfect Winter Cocktail
Here’s a treat Ted and I have been enjoying lately, a mix of rye whiskey and ginger liqueur. It seems absolutely right for the wintry weather.
Mike and Ted’s Stack: Good Books for 2022
My first read of the new year. A wonderful novel that imagines what might have happened to three lighthouse keepers who disappeared from a remote sea-washed lighthouse in the outer Hebrides in 1900. What’s on your reading list for 2022?
Our Stories Make Us Who We Are
Ted and I watched the fantasy movie A Boy Called Christmas last week. It’s a fun, forgettable piece of entertainment, but one line from the film stayed with us. The elderly babysitter, played by Maggie Smith, says, “The universe is made of stories, not atoms.” The line got our attention.
My Husband Bakes, Too
Every Christmas, Ted bakes eight dozen snickerdoodles for our nieces and nephews and their families in North and South Carolina. (It’s enough for us to have a few extras. Cue the smiley face.) He’s continuing a tradition begun by his mother, who baked these yummy vanilla-laced and cinnamon-coated cookies every year. Read on for the recipe.
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