Category: Essays/Poetry

For all the mothers out there who put in the hard labor, the uncalculated child care and counseling, and the general love they show us, Happy Mother’s Day…

She doesn’t know she’s a writer. I finished her rather lengthy review. It was filled with insight and attitude…

I wanted to introduce myself. From twenty feet away I glanced at Emily. Could I pull up a chair? She glanced back. Don’t even think of it…

The party broke up early. They were tired. But mostly, they were Midwesterners…

Her protagonist is an attractive and perfectly presentable wife and mother. By day she bakes chocolate chip cookies…

I follow an online writing guru. A published novelist, Pete teaches technique. But he also takes industry questions from outsiders…

I have a writing friend who is self-published. In drumming up sales, he bought ads, putting money into Amazon and Facebook…

My writing group ran out of stuff to talk about. You wouldn’t think that could happen…

Invariably, editors are also writers, with their own file cabinets bulging with short stories and novels and novelettes…

“We’re all just like singers,” he said…

During the Christmas Holidays, we’re always looking for a little bit of good news…

Hawthorne was once a god. He was the father of the American novel, a plumber of our dark and terrible past…

All the signs are there, the embarrassment, the stammering, the dropped change, the needless tying and retying of scarves…