I spent the past week traveling through my home state of Mississippi. I read from my latest novel at bookstores in Oxford, Greenwood, and Jackson, before heading to New Orleans for the Tennessee Williams Festival. My mother and my husband stuck with me through Mississippi, but I am on my own in New Orleans. I …
Quick note: Starting tomorrow, March 15, I will be reading and signing copies of my new novel, The Past is Never, at bookstores including The Tattered Cover (Denver), Off Square Books (Oxford, MS), Turnrow Books (Greenwood, MS), and Lemuria Books (Jackson, MS). I’ll be on a panel at the Tennessee Williams Festival in New Orleans on …
I am spending a few weeks in Mississippi while my mother recovers from knee surgery. In true Tyson fashion, she is doing great and she needs me less than I imagined she would. I drive her to physical therapy every day. I cook, and sometimes my aunt joins us for dinner. I feed the cats …
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I’ve left the train, but the train has yet to leave me. I went to yoga less than a full day after I disembarked at Denver’s Union Station. I chatted with a woman on the Empire Builder and we both agreed that train yoga would be a great addition to the journey. We wanted to …
The Coast Starlight train leaves Emeryville (San Francisco) just after 10 p.m. Much like Ben Franklin, I’m an “early to bed, early to rise” person. Embarking on anything at 10 p.m. is detrimental to my body clock. I got to the train station early, because it’s a bit of a drive and I wasn’t sure how …
I’ve spent the last two days on a train as part of my Amtrak residency. I rode from Denver to Emeryville in a compartment the size of a closet. I’m now in San Francisco and I’m listening to someone play the saxophone on the street beneath the window of my hotel. Tomorrow night, I’ll board the …
We’re barely past Labor Day and Colorado is making a decisive swing toward fall. We’ll have a few more warm days, but the morning temps have turned decidedly nippy. Most Tuesday mornings throughout the summer, I attend an early outdoor yoga class at a local park. We gather at 6:30 a.m. to stretch and balance and …
