by Deborah Lee Luskin | Aug 27, 2025 | Living in Place
The End of August I love the messy abundance at the end of August – all those tomatoes hanging heavy, the squash vines sprawling, and the sunflowers smiling above it all. But there’s also the fatigue that comes with summer’s end, visible in the shriveled onion tops...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Aug 26, 2025 | Living in Place
I used to be able to buy bras in a town twelve miles from my home. The store was an outlet, with huge inventory, low ambiance, and kind matrons who helped me to a good fit. “Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders,” we called the barely-there bras we wore in seventh grade,...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Jul 30, 2025 | Living in Place
Despite living in rural Vermont—a place of great natural beauty and seasonal changes—I had slipped into a workaholic life that was keeping me indoors, except when I took Leo, my dog, for a walk. We’d be two miles up a hill before I even looked up from the gravel under...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Jul 23, 2025 | Living in Place
Artemis was a huntress. I come from a family of bargain hunters, not deer hunters. I didn’t become a deer hunter until I turned 60. I’m a sustenance hunter, not a trophy hunter. I hunt deer so I can eat local, wild, organic meat. In the process of learning to hunt, I...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Jul 8, 2025 | Living in Place
The brain is a muscle. As soon as I started pedaling my bicycle, I heard my inner voice rise, as if moving by muscle had loosened new ideas for the novel I’d shoved aside (again), this time in favor of attending to prepublication tasks for Reviving Artemis: The Making...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Jun 25, 2025 | Living in Place
How Long Does It Take to Write a Book? When my dad was ninety-one, he asked me, “How long does it take to write a book?” I told him, “Your whole life.” I wasn’t wrong, but the answer is more nuanced than that. That was ten years ago, when I was embarking on a new...
