Which was better: fishing with my grandfather or fishing with my grandson? I spent blissful days devoting all my spare neurons to contemplating the question, aided by the occasional mug of Laphroaig.
Trout by Ray Scanlon
Bubby by Ali McCart
I am grateful for the distance between my home in Oregon and his delusions in Idaho.
Kill Me First by Karen Olivia Peck
I’d never imagined that being a caregiver would encourage me to be such a liar, but I find I’m quite good at it.
Review: The Scientists: A Family Romance by Marco Roth
When still considering writing a memoir about his father’s death from AIDS in the 1980s and the secretive atmosphere in his parent’s stylish Central Park West apartment, Marco Roth was deeply concerned that he “mustn’t write about any of this.
Interview: Paula Margulies, Book Publicist
Experts like San Diego-based Paula Margulies, owner of Paula Margulies Communications know how crucial it is for authors to reach their audience… and she helps them do just that.
Demanding This by Jessica Bryant Klagmann
… it’s the only place I could find diesel, standing in a sweatshirt when it’s thirty below, standing there without gloves on and pumping the fuel into a red gasoline jug.
White Trash by Claudia Geagan
Mother had developed her muscles in red tasseled boots as the majorette for her high school band and lifting heavy trays in her parents’ restaurant. Lucretia developed hers picking cotton and carrying firewood.
The Mystery That Makes Me Cry by Jane Hoppen
My father is frozen in space, iced over, and I wonder what happens inside of him, where the blood still runs warm.
A Theory of Longing By a Scientist at Midlife by Carey Bagdassarian
Dressed in July in a three-piece suit no longer in fashion even in the Old Country, my great uncle simply shuffled, hardly pausing, from one painting to the next while muttering the painter’s name.
Kitten Sack by Michele Leavitt
The door to her two-and-a-half rooms had been left unlocked in the night, and someone had left a crisp brown grocery sack beside her bed.
