Sarah Bird

Sarah Bird is the author of eight award-winning novels, including The Yokota Officers Club, Virgin of the Rodeo, The Mommy Club, and The Boyfriend School. Her most recent novel, The Gap Year, was named one of Library Journal’s Best Novels of the Year for 2011. Her ninth novel, A Princess Lily Girl, will be published by Alfred A. Knopf in the spring of 2014. Sarah was the holder of the Dobie-Paisano Fellowship in summer 2010, was inducted into the Texas Literary Hall of Fame, and received a National Magazine Award nomination for her Texas Monthly columns. She has written screenplays for Warner Bros., CBS, TNT, the National Geographic Channel, Hallmark Features, and many independent producers and syndicated programs. She has been a contributor to the New York Times, Salon, Oprah magazine, the Daily Beast, Real Simple, Mademoiselle, Cosmopolitan, Good Housekeeping, and Texas Monthly. She and her husband, George Jones (not the dipsomaniacal C&W singer), make their empty nest in Austin with not-frequent-enough visits from son Gabriel.

Stories

Sibling Ribaldry

Developing my twisted sense of humor was a family affair.

Passion Victim

My short, unhappy life as a romance novelist.

Music to My Years

When did I stop being cool?

Altar Peace

It can be achieved—if you have a surprise wedding.

Permission: Impossible

What high school is really like.

Birds Off a Wire

My family unplugs (for a few days).

Read ’Em and Weep

Man, do I hate book clubs.

And the Celly Goes to...

That jerkwad talking on his phone in the movie theater.

Mass Appeal

My short, happy life as a Catholic schoolgirl.

Say “Cheesy”

The quest for the perfect author photo (or at least one I can live with).

Writer Is to Amateur …

Living proof that moms shouldn’t take the SAT.

Buy, Buy, Birdie

Ladies’ fashion is nothing if not a fantasy inside an illusion wrapped in a thong. Every season, there is a new “look,” a new “trend,” a new “paranoid schizophrenic thought disorder.” And then there are returns.

The Furs Were Flying

There is a world where the kings of small African countries send cases of Dom Pérignon as hostess gifts, where you get to choose between the white-striped chinchilla and the violet beaver shearling poncho. Who let me in?

Step Lively

My dancing feet. And, hopefully, yours.

Meet the Needles

A few sore points about HMOs— and two thumbs-up for the acupuncturist.

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