

A Room of Ann’s Own
I work from home. I also don’t drive, which I used to do before my 2007 accident, and now, I spend most of my time at home. Not driving...


First Among Equals
As I discuss in my memoir, collage has a history as an art practice of defying conventions, as well as embracing spontaneity, freedom,...


Book Review: Abbi Jacobson, Carry This Book
I recently read and very much enjoyed Abbi Jacobson’s uproarious Carry This Book (New York: Viking Press, 2016). Jacobson is a trained...


Happy Holidays!?
Ah, Christmas. ‘Tis the season, deck the halls, joy to the world, and all that stuff. Christmas is supposed to be the most wonderful...


Books and Buddhism
In early November, I read Alice Walker’s The Cushion in the Road, and I am still thinking about it. It’s a compilation of essays,...


Ann's Skirt Hangs Here
My junior year in college, the year I turned twenty-one, was one of the most remarkable in my life. I had my first real, serious...


The Early Bird Catches the Frog
As I discussed in my memoir, I tend to have an unusual sleeping and waking schedule. Lately, I’ve been sleeping until 4 or 5 AM, which...


Lecture at the Memphis College of Art
Last week, my husband and I flew to Memphis, where I had been invited to lecture at the Memphis College of Art. I have lectured before on...


Me Before You???
I just got around to watching the film “Me Before You” (2015), because when it was in the theater, disability rights advocates protested...


Books, Books, Books!
It seem like I always feel as if I have nothing to read or too much to read. I was typing a response to a question about how I deal with...