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Author Archive: "Megan McMorris"

It Takes a Village

Yesterday afternoon, I was in a severe anti-social mode. I wasn't surprised, as it typically happens for this work-at-home freelance writer after an action-packed trip away. Ever since I returned on Sunday, I've retreated further and further into my home office, not wanting to talk to anyone. The only time I did venture out into public this week, to the grocery store, I felt like throttling completely innocent strangers for doing nothing except having the nerve to be in my vicinity.

Times like these, I decided, called for renting the third season of Dexter. "I'm in the perfect Dexter mood, because I feel like throttling complete strangers!" I happily announced to the move-rental guy. We agreed that it's best to let Dexter (a serial killer) do said strangling, and were pondering whether he takes special requests via list form (I kid, I kid), when my phone blooped, telling me I had a text. I sighed, because I really didn't want to talk to anyone.

It was my buddy Josh. "Want to get a drink tonight?"

"Sure, what time?" I typed ...

Adventures in Friending and Unfriending

The recent announcement of the word unfriend winning "word of the year" by the New Oxford American Dictionary ( by the way, isn't it called de-friending? ) made me think about some of the ways Facebook has changed my friendships for the better…

* I've found long-lost friends. I fully realize this is quite obvious, but stick with me. While reuniting with high school and college pals was the reason I joined the Facebook craze in the first place, what I didn't expect is for new friendships to blossom out of it. To wit: I've discovered that a couple of high-school acquaintances now live in Portland and I've met — and become buddies — with a couple of them in person, like Zach and Thane, neither of whom I knew well while growing up, and now I'm glad to have these two fascinating fellows in my life. And then there is Manny, whom I knew in college and NYC but always as more of a friend-of-a-friend. Through joking around with each other on Facebook, we've become better buddies than we ever were in person, which then translated into ...

It’s 10 A.M., Have You Sent a Letter Today?

So now I've blabbed about how the P.S. book has brought contributors and their friends together (including my own reunions). Now what do I have up my sleeve, you wonder? For my third blog post, I wanted to address a question people often ask me about the book: Why letters? Why are they unsent? Okay, that's two questions (hey, people are nosy, what can I say?).

Before I begin, might we pause for a moment of silence to commemorate the lost art of letter writing? I mean, think about it... what's the last letter you wrote? With texts and tweets and tootz (what, you don't know what a tootz is? Okay, I made that up), the craft of putting pen to paper is dying. And might I say, I'm ever-so-glad that I'm not a "digital native," because I actually remember passing notes and scribbling W/B/S (write back soon, don't you know) and cramming ten-page missives into sticker-filled envelopes. I'm also thankful that I've kept all these letters, which are currently sitting happily in a big garbage bag in my storage closet. Maybe I'll ...

Black Sheep Can Still Learn New Tricks

When I tell people that I was in a sorority in college (which is admittedly pretty rare), they assume I'm the type of person who refers to 100 people as my "sisters."

Instead, I was the one who would fall asleep during initiation ceremonies, roll my eyes when we'd recite our little chants (or whatever you call them) at our weekly meetings, and would declare "uh, actually, I only have one sister" on a regular basis.

I proudly called myself the black sheep. "I joined a sorority so that I can talk from experience about what I hate," I'd tell others. "You know, kinda like visiting Texas."

Behind my laugh was something a little deeper, though. To explain, I have to walk you through the notoriously brutal sorority rush at Indiana University. The year was 1989. I was a small-town Ohio girl, 18 and naïve and totally in over my head. While other girls around me were preparing recommendation letters (!), buying special rush outfits that screamed "I have money" and scoring invites to sorority house lunches before rush, I figured I'd sail through unscathed. I didn't realize until ...

Bookstore Brings Buddies Together

First things first... thank you to Powell's for letting me blab for five days about female friendships. It's an honor to be here!

The timing for my guest blog couldn't have been better, actually. You see, I just returned last night from a bookstore tour, what I like to call the West/Midwest leg, which included wonderful independent bookstores in Denver and Chicago.

Since an anthology is a group effort, and the stars are the 36 contributors, my role in these events is to act as the M.C./host/bringer-together-er for the writers. While I was excited to hang out with these seven contributors, what I didn't expect was that there was going to be a whole lot of bonding going on in the audience too. Some female-friendship highlights:


* Jill Rothenberg, pictured below with me (Jill was my editor for my first two anthologies, Woman's Best Friend and Cat Women), wrote to her friend Melissa in the book. Her letter is about how the one ...

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