Writing, The Long and Winding Road (thanks, Paul McCartney)
Dear Reader, Being a writer is hard. I can say this, because most of my readers are also writers, or
Dear Reader, Being a writer is hard. I can say this, because most of my readers are also writers, or
I know how to write. I’m a good writer. And the problem? It is hard to get an agent. It
Sarah Callender has a wonderful name for a writer, and she is an amazing one. Sarah and I read posts
Autumn is finally here. In some parts of the country and the world summer’s end was wet, with incessant rains
Memory is TIME that lasts, because of INTEREST. Or it could be TIME that won’t depart, and thus reappears, even
When I was growing up…the worst thing you could be called was LIAR. On, I am sure there were other
When one green shoot suddenly appeared in my garden, I took a photo of it, posted it on social media.
In my past, I spent hours in the shoe store, not because it’s my absolute thing to do, but because
THIS POST, part of a longer work, honors my brother Bill, who died on January 6th. We were a family
Due to the physically demanding nature of kitchen work, bad posture is a common issue among professional and famous cooks,
Definition: anglophile, a person who is fond of or greatly admires England (or Britain) and its culture…and that is definitely me. I have
His chart read: Twenty-two-year-old black male, gunshot wound to C-2, quadriplegia. I entered his room, stood at the bedside. He
I I recently wrote about my brother Bill, who died after a long and difficult illness. Many of you wrote,
Titles can’t be copyrighted, so I am using one created by Native American writer, Louise Erdrich. Her piece appeared in The
A man stands to the side in Minneapolis, recording what is happening in front of him with his phone. Nearby,
I’ve read all of Ann Packer’s novels….she being one of those writers that feels like a friend, someone you could