Claudia Sternbach
- Location
- Santa Cruz and New York, CA and NY, USA
- Birthday
- April 23
- Company
- Memoir Journal
- Bio
- Claudia Sternbach is the Editorial Board Chair of Memoir Journal and Editor in Chief of their celebrated publication Memoir (and). She has also worked as a columnist and feature writer for more than fifteen years, and has written often for the San Francisco Chronicle, the Chicago Tribune and the San Francisco Examiner. She has been published in Redbook Magazine as well as several anthologies. Her first memoir, "Now Breathe" was published by Whiteaker Press in 1999. Her latest memoir "Reading Lips, a Memoir of Kisses" will be published by Unbridled Books in Spring 2011. When she is not in the office, Claudia may be found dividing her time between her two hometowns: Santa Cruz, CA and New York, NY.
MY RECENT POSTS
- 500 Shades of Green
May 09, 2012 05:14PM - Middle of the night with
Franzen
May 01, 2012 06:45PM - Now that's a memoir
April 09, 2012 05:06PM - And the subject is memoir
March 27, 2012 04:34PM - What will you leave behind?
March 15, 2012 04:54PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I highly recommend this
one!
CS”
April 09, 2012 07:04PM - “Her publisher is Back
Bay Books a division of Little
Brown.
And she never
mention…”
April 09, 2012 06:36PM - “Dear P,
Nothing
wrong with Vampire books! But
I am thrilled to know I
am
about to…”
March 27, 2012 07:21PM - “Dear The Bad,
First,
thanks for your kind comments.
And to answer your
question,
I…”
March 27, 2012 07:19PM - “My pleasure! So easy to
write about something you
love!
CS”
March 02, 2012 01:55PM
Claudia Sternbach's Links
- New list
- Unbridled Books
- Memoir Journal
500 Shades of Green
It was almost two months ago that I noticed a sharpening of
colors in my back yard. The dusky greens of the oak leaves in olive
and pine and a shade of gray-green which would look soothing on a
bedroom wall.
And the ivy, waterfalling over the back… Read full post »
Middle of the night with Franzen
The house is quiet. The only sound is Michael's rhythmic breathing as he sleeps next to me. I feel around the night stand, searching for my glasses. My book is where I placed it on the floor at the side of the bed. I slip out from beneath… Read full post »
Now that's a memoir
And the subject is memoir
Sitting on a panel to discuss memoir writing with three other authors and the moderator, a lovely gentleman who has a passion for books, should have been a fairly predictable event. Michael and I had flown from San Francisco to New Orleans by way of Atlanta and… Read full post »
What will you leave behind?
When told she had late stage cancer, Kathryn McBride would not have imagined that I, who had not seen her for ages, would begin thinking of her on a daily basis. And when just weeks later, surrounded by people who loved her as she slipped away, she could… Read full post »
Let the Good Times Roll
One needs to prepare before heading to New Orleans for the Tennessee Williams New Orleans Literary Festival. It is coming up soon. March 21-25th to be exact.
A person should read or reread some of Mr. Williams’ fine work. A person might rent and watch the film A… Read full post »
On Oscar Night We All Win
Mimi tells all
Mimi is speaking out. That would be 69-year-old Mimi Alford, author of Once Upon a Secret: My Hidden Affair with JFK published by Random House. She has been making the talk show rounds and answering both hard and easy questions. She is soft spoken and has her white hair cut in… Read full post »
If these objects could talk
Even though I never met her I think of her often. Each time I use my old, red-handled egg beater or days like yesterday, a living room filled with men watching football while I was in my kitchen smashing ripe avocados with my red-handled pastry cutter. I try to imagine the… Read full post »
What exactly do I do?
Friends, on occasion, have inquired, what is it you do exactly? Family members have wondered the same thing finding the titles Editor in Chief and Editorial Board Chair to be rather vague. They have seen "The Devil Wears Prada" but know I don't own any fur coats to plop down on… Read full post »
Throw me a line
There is a river, wide and swift flowing at times. It has no beginning, not that we can see. And it ends, well, it ends differently for each of us. The river is timeless. We are not. We are each in our own small boats, navigating white water,… Read full post »
Can you hear me now?
It is funny, the times I itch to grab the phone and talk to my dad. He was one of the people I wanted to call last Wednesday. Eager to tell him about my daughter, Kira. Which is odd because they never really had any kind of relationship. The last time… Read full post »
Old girls learn new tricks
You say potato. I say so what?
Apparently we have become old. And dull. For the past week all Michael and I can do is rush through our days. Racing towards the finish line. A line which is in fact not a line at all, but an L shaped couch. As we plant our asses we look at… Read full post »
A lot to keep track of.
There is a lot to be done. Period.
Oh, we are not perfect. And I am speaking in the "Royal We" sense.
You may be absolutely perfect. Go ahead and claim to be. I shall
never know.
But, back to the "me" we. It seemed as if I had somehow misjudged
or mismanaged… Read full post »
High on the city
It was a talking water fountain. My first. And she was telling me how happy she was that I had spent the afternoon walking the Highline.
The entire time I stood there washing my money under the cool, flowing New York City water, she continued to thank me
Guilty As Charged
I suppose the question isn't can we stop now? It is, to be perfectly honest, can I stop now.
A husband is found hanging. An apparent suicide. His face is a face I recognize as is his wife's. From television. He was one of "those"… Read full post »
I'd hate to be in her pants
Poor Tina Fey. I cannot imagine how it would feel to be stuck in a place for weeks and weeks. Trapped, with apparently no way out. I keep hoping to find that she has escaped, but every Sunday there she is. Still on the New York Times Best… Read full post »
The parents are waiting
My nephew and his wife are having a baby today. My sister called me this morning from California to tell me that David and Katrina, who live in Syracuse, left their house before the sun came up and checked into the hospital to wait for their baby boy
… Read full post »Until today there has been no need to turn on the air conditioner other than the small one in the bedroom just before I turn in. And even that one I have kept on low. It provides a cooling white noise, which helps mask any city sounds that may make their… Read full post »
On the road again
I am leaving my husband today. Actually it will be evening before I make my way through the airport security lines and then sit at the gate waiting for the flight to be called. There will be a small knot in my stomach which will not melt away until
Speak up?
And so there was traffic. More than Michael and I had anticipated. We were driving from Santa Cruz to Berkeley for an open house to celebrate Issue 8 of Memoir (and). But it felt as if we were doing as much sitting still as moving
Yesterday, while the winds of war struck Joplin, Missouri, I was at my local market buying two fat chickens for roasting and a ripe watermelon, my first of the season. While buildings were being ripped from their foundations and cars began to fly, I was carefully examining a bunch of… Read full post »
Sex Talk
The subject came up because… Read full post »
Whew
So. It has been busy. By "it,” I mean my life. While in
reality I know it has just been a bit of a hubbub, it has felt like
a HUBBUB.
The book came out. I spent an afternoon in San Francisco meeting
and greeting bookstore owners from all around Northern
California.… Read full post »
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