Spotted at the Indie Garden Center show…

Beautiful grasses and rudbeckia along this newly-reopened stretch of elevated rail tracks on New York’s west side.

So last year I wrote a novel about my worst fear: the death of bookstores. The story came to me in a flash, in response to something that was happening around me at that very moment, but for a few months I fought against the idea of writing it. I'm a nonfiction writer, with four books on the shelf and fifth one in the works. Surely jumping into fiction would be a risky career move at this point. But the fact is that when I'm not doing...