Why Did I Wear that Sweater Set: On being reviewed in the New York Times

There’s nothing that makes you rethink your author photo more than having it slapped in the middle of a book review in the New York Times, circulation over a million.  Photographer Chandra Ferguson, who lives down the road from me in West Salem, Oregon, is superb at making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, but when I see my cardigan and mommy-bobbed hair, I think, in the immortal words of Bronson Pinchot in “Beverly Hills Cop,” “Iss juss not saxy.”  Ah, well.  Another motivation to write another book, I s’pose.