…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.
Interview: A Conversation with Kathleen Frazier, author of Sleepwalker
Category: Issues
CRAFT: What Star Wars Can Teach Us About Storytelling by Tom Farr, Guest Columnist
… there’s good reason to fall in love with writing as an evolutionary process … No matter how skilled you are or how creative your imagination may be, your first draft should be your worst draft
The Writing Life: The Ghost Reader by Sharon Kurtzman, Guest Columnist
“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.
Interview: Kate Walter, author of Looking for a Kiss
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.
Second Breakfast by Kay Marie Porterfield
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.
Shells by Chris Arthur
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.
Here But Not Here by Jennifer S. Brown
We sit in the harbor and I stare out, regretting my departure before I’ve even left. Haifa spreads out in front of me, teasing me. I think of him, the boy I left behind…
Genotype by Sarah M. Wells
When I walk into the Hitch’n Post for a gallon of milk, the cashier behind the counter calls out, “You must be a Fugman… you Roger’s daughter?”
Card Catalogues by Marcia Bradley
My daughter Frances is a reader. Not that she’d appreciate me telling you this. She doesn’t like me to categorize her. Even though saying someone is a reader should be good. Right? It’s not like saying she’s a thief.
Truth is a Foreign Object by Mary Scherf
Close to midnight, nine hours after my arrest, I heard the charges against me read. The court clerk spoke en Espanol. Enrique Gonzalez Rodriguez, a lawyer the embassy arranged to represent me, sat too close to me, translating.
