by Lisa Peet
“I never think in terms of topics, and I never think in terms of readers. What happens is that, at the risk of sounding like Joan of Arc, I hear a voice in my head that just says the first sentence of the story.” Continue reading
Author Archives: Lisa Peet
Q&A with Kimberly Olson Fakih on Little Miseries and Little Graces
by Lisa Peet
“I’m not comforted by happy endings. I’m deeply comforted by always being in the middle of a story. I tell myself, this is the middle, and I hang on to that—I don’t know the ending and I’ve got to see this through.” Continue reading
BEST OF BLOOM: The Years by Annie Ernaux: Memoir of a Generation
By Alice Lowe
I have no frame of reference for Ernaux’s memories of the restrictions and reconstruction of postwar Europe, of the domination of the Catholic Church and attending all-girl convent schools. I’m not yet a part of her collective “we.” But then she describes a photo of herself in 1955, wearing a short-sleeved sweater, polka-dot skirt, and ballerina flats, and I see myself. Continue reading
Beginner’s Mind: Q&A with DJ Lauren Bufferd on the Mixtape Aesthetic
by Lisa Peet
“There’s a part of me that’s all about the accidental find—you go to a museum to see one thing, and then you see something else and you’re amazed by it.” Continue reading
Essays / Features / Nonfiction
Happy 10th Birthday, Bloom!
by Lisa Peet
Celebrating youth has been around as long as people have been counting candles, and it hasn’t fallen out of vogue yet. But I see more respect out there for older creators than I did 10 years ago. Continue reading
Excerpt of “No One’s Trash” from Thomas H. McNeely’s collection Pictures of the Shark: Stories
“If Abraham could take Isaac to the mountain, why couldn’t she send her son to unclog a drain? She had fought, first to have him, then to keep him. He was and would always be hers.” Continue reading
“Gray Hair Don’t Care”: An Excerpt from Sari Botton’s And You May Find Yourself…Confessions of a Late-Blooming Gen-X Weirdo
By Sari Botton
“The blonde stripes also felt like a cosmetic lie I was no longer willing to live with; in the weeks after each application, I had the feeling I was wearing a hat, or a wig, that slid slowly off my head.” Continue reading
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