Journalism
The Man Who Paints Souls
(D Magazine)
An incredible ocularist and some tough, beautiful Texas women with prosthetic eyes and hands inspired the heroines of We Are All The Same in the Dark and changed my perspective on what “disability” means.
(Photograph by Lavin, ©D Magazine)
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The Texas Death Penalty and Me
(Houston Chronicle)
As research for Black-Eyed Susans, I stood outside the Death House in Huntsville while a man was being executed. I didn’t expect for it to change me—to turn into a night I will never forget.
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(Houston Chronicle)
As research for Black-Eyed Susans, I stood outside the Death House in Huntsville while a man was being executed. I didn’t expect for it to change me—to turn into a night I will never forget.
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Rhonda Roby: Forensic Legend
(D magazine. Photographs by Elizabeth Lavin.)
Meet the real woman behind the brilliant science of Black-Eyed Susans, who inspired one of my characters right down to the DNA charm she wears around her neck.
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(D magazine. Photographs by Elizabeth Lavin.)
Meet the real woman behind the brilliant science of Black-Eyed Susans, who inspired one of my characters right down to the DNA charm she wears around her neck.
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My Path into the Publishing Jungle
(Fort Worth Star-Telegram. Illustration by Mark Hoffer.)
With the economy tumbling, I blissfully gave up my job to re-invent myself in my 40s and write a book. Here’s how that worked out.
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(Fort Worth Star-Telegram. Illustration by Mark Hoffer.)
With the economy tumbling, I blissfully gave up my job to re-invent myself in my 40s and write a book. Here’s how that worked out.
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Madness, Most Foul
(Fort Worth Star-Telegram. Illustration by Mark Hoffer.)
Once upon a time, when I wrote this essay, I was a Psychotic Baseball Mom. My son—now in medical school, not a Red Sox pitcher—turned out quite all right anyway. And I am almost fully recovered.
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(Fort Worth Star-Telegram. Illustration by Mark Hoffer.)
Once upon a time, when I wrote this essay, I was a Psychotic Baseball Mom. My son—now in medical school, not a Red Sox pitcher—turned out quite all right anyway. And I am almost fully recovered.
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