Mary L. Tabor graduated Phi Beta Kappa from the University of Maryland with a BA in English, from Oberlin College with an MAT in English and education, from Ohio State University with an MFA in Creative Writing. She published her first book of fiction at age 60 after a 16-year career in corporate America, a senior executive, director of public affairs writing for the oil industry’s trade association, landing her in both Who’s Who in America and Who’s Who of American Women.

 

Mary adores her children: a daughter-philosopher Sarah Hammerschlag, who is a professor at Williams College, and is married to the philosopher (yes, the two philosophers married each other) Ryan Coyne, who is a professor at the University of Chicago; her son-wine importer Ben Hammerschlag, who has appeared in Food and Wine’s Best Under Forty among other worldwide recognitions for his work; her stepson-military attaché Chris Persinger, who is currently on assignment in Iraq, and his wife Jess, who has the honorable-and-today-rare title of Stay-at-Home-Mom. Mary has three grandchildren: Jericho Persinger and Madisson Lorimar, the precious progeny of Chris and Jess, and Lila Anastasia Coyne who arrived in the love of Sarah Hammerschlag and Ryan Coyne on April 28, 2009.


She couldn’t have taken the risks she took without the love of these incredible people in her life.

 

The love of her life will always be Del Persinger: The complex story of their marriage and separation is the stuff of her memoir: Sex After Sixty, the book Mary is writing “live,” a memoir about her separation from her husband and her rediscovery of life, sex and love after sixty. You can follow that story as it unfolds here on this website by clicking on her blog.

 

She now lives alone and quietly downtown in the bustling Penn Quarter of Washington, DC.

 

The Woman Who

Never Cooked

BUY NOW

MID-LIST PRESS

 

Excerpt from “The Burglar”
On the day my sister died, I didn’t go to the hospital.

The day before, I went with him to his apartment, to see it, to talk. This was the apartment he kept in town near his office. His family house was a farm beyond the suburbs. At the apartment, I said odd things. “Let me see your refrigerator.”