After My Father Died, I Spent Hours Doing This….
I was three when my father died. It was June, it was summer. In time, maybe in the fall and
I was three when my father died. It was June, it was summer. In time, maybe in the fall and
When a writer has a writer friend who has climbed the mountain and published TWO amazing novels with New York
Angela is in love. But HE doesn’t know it. At least Angela is pretty sure. She sees him once
Dr. Jennifer Obel is a retired oncologist who writes about the intersection of medicine, ethics and public policy. This piece
I have a novel that I want to publish. And please do not laugh. Because everyone reading this might say:
When one green shoot suddenly appeared in my garden, I took a photo of it, posted it on social media.
Fighting my fears…something wasn’t right. Midnight, snowstorm on the Dan Ryan Expressway, my van making some unidentifiable sound above