Childhood and the Building Blocks We Never Forget
If you think about it, we build much of our adult lives on fragments of our childhood. No matter who
If you think about it, we build much of our adult lives on fragments of our childhood. No matter who
With all that is happening in our country, I am reposting this piece. I am also praying for the father
When growing up, I lived near a castle, one I could easily walk to or ride my bike. And thinking
I have been told that it started when I was three years old. We had two throw rugs in a
Joan Didion is a writer and thinker whose work has stayed with me. The Year of Magical Thinking was a
After 9-11 life was totally altered for all of us. As a writer, I sat and stared at my manuscript,
When a writer like Ann Patchett is creating her characters, we give her some leeway…she is writing from her own
Autumn is finally here. In some parts of the country and the world summer’s end was wet, with incessant rains
This was a response to a question that came in my email from McSweeneys. Dear McSweeney’s, You asked: WHAT SHOULD
I’m a writer. I write fiction. I am also a woman. In Lily King’s WRITERS AND LOVERS, her MC, Casey
The word maternity immediately provides an image of a pregnant woman, a would-be mother, the female aspect of reproduction.
At the end of the 1990s, we moved from Chicago to Des Moines, Iowa. We were excited about the
Unable to find the art I originally used for this topic, I found the above, a work by Daren
When I lived in Des Moines, the capitol of Iowa, I met some amazing people. Living in a small big town
The following is from Joan Didion’s BLUE NIGHTS “You have your wonderful memories,” people said later, as if memories
Once upon a time, a woman stood in the empty nursery of her home. It was a high summer