Hello. My name is Amy Shearn. I’m a novelist and stay-at-home mom to two small children. I teach writing, and I really like to read books, and occasionally I walk my dog, and I have an excellent husband who works in the video game industry and makes cool things and takes most of the photos you’ll see here and who is, according to our daughter (and me), the funniest person alive. (But not our son. He thinks this title belongs to his sister, who cracks him up.) I used to write a blog about books until I had a baby and my brain melted, but now I occasionally post reviews of books that are popular in our household.
An incomplete assortment of other writing that can be read online:
A letter to Harper on her first birthday, at iVillage, The Worst Magazine Prank Ever, an essay at the L Magazine, various posts at The Nervous Breakdown, a short story called The Kidnapped, at Brink Magazine, and three poems at La Fovea.
email me if you want: amyshearn [at] gmail.com
about the name
The phrase “household words” comes from Shakespeare, for I am crazy intellectual like that — “Familiar in his mouth as household words” — and was later the name of an 1850s English weekly magazine edited by Charles Dickens, from whom I stole my header.