S.F. Powell Articles

When working on a new novel, I sometimes assume the role of Lot’s wife and look back. I don’t turn into salt, but it’s an opportunity to play: If I Knew Then What I Know Now… Excitement breeds distraction—and the internet breeds too many things to name. So much comes...

Previously, I discussed unique bookshelves that appealed to me, with mention I’d list more. With summer upon us, books are ideal for beach reads or escaping the current-event madness. A bookshelf for storing said books lurks in a home somewhere. I continue my periodic...

A tribute to Michael Jackson was part of the lineup at the Capital Jazz Festival earlier this month. And as I sat in my lawn chair, snacking on fresh fruit (a cubed melon mix, highlighted with sweet cherries), I took in many who were jamming—and others with arms...

In the interest of Mental Health Awareness Month, I took a break from blogging during the month of May, but I am Sans Serif once again with some discussion about a book-lover essential. Walking around Capitol Hill, window shopping at the quaint shops (some older, some...