I finished my first novel when I was forty years old and the shock of it, the rifting amazement, nearly carried me away. The pages hadn’t begun as a Book. I hadn’t intended to be a Writer.
Interview: Dani Shapiro
Years ago I was in a little Cape Cod town poking around in its delightfully tiny indie bookshop with aisles so narrow that you had to walk sideways. I came across Dani Shapiro’s memoir Slow Motion…
A New Year by Curtis Smith
My son runs into the living room. He wears the tuxedo he received last Christmas, the cuffs now high above his wrists. It’s New Year’s Eve, and I keep an eye on the clock.
Brotherly Love by Joseph Edwin Haeger
My friend Dan texted me to ask if I remembered Sid. I replied, “Of course I remembered Sid. Why?”
The Writing Life: To Hear the Softly Spoken Magic Spells by William Henderson
Steal time to write, as if time is a commodity, something to hoard and, well, steal. From my children and from my friends and even from myself…
Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction 2012
Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction 2012
A Giveaway a Day: Happy Birthday Hippo!
We’re giving away a prize a day in honor of our first birthday! Our wonderful literary friends and business-owner pals donated an assortment of goodies to help us celebrate our birthday! Please visit our donors’ websites to learn more about their work and/or publications and products. We’re still looking to fill a few more days…
Discovering Quebecois Cuisine by Kris Rudolph
I heard the distinct sound of a sniffle as I looked up and saw a naked woman climb onto a cluttered desk.
A First Job by Nathan Leslie
My father gave me my first real job. I was happy to accept the grace of nepotism.
Deceptions by Bryce Journey
I worked at the Dakota Watch Company because Stacy was cute.
