…I was eleven years old, and six of those eleven years had been spent hopelessly in love with Audrey Kerr, the “little red-haired girl” of Clark County R-1
When I drive back into the Missouri humidity after a few weeks away from home, I roll down my window and inhale. For a moment, I’d almost forgotten what we mean here when we say “hot.”
Janet Sternburg’s White Matter (Hawthorne Books and Literary Arts, 2014) is a memoir of a family torn apart and brought together when two of its six children were given lobotomies.
…in “Sleepwalker,” Frazier rips the sad-clown’s mask off of the subject of sleepwalking … she shows us the trauma, which, for Frazier, has been intergenerational.
“They want writers to come,” said a friend about the ghosts that were rumored to haunt The Weymouth Center for the Arts and Humanities in Southern Pines.
Inspiration, lifestyle, escape. Manhattan means all those things and more to author Kate Walter whose debut memoir, Looking for a Kiss, relays her journey about the breakup of her long-time relationship.
An anonymous donor has funded a conference registration, valued at $389, for someone with financial need who otherwise could not attend the conference.
He smiles at the small white bag in my hand. I place it on his lap, and he clutches the top while I wheel him down the hallway to the empty nursing home cafeteria.
Two photographs of my Uncle Tony are the obvious place to begin. One shows him in an open grave with another man. In the second, he’s being embraced by a vampire.