by Thomas H. McNeely
The difficulties I faced in revising Ghost Horse were both artistic and spiritual. I was aiming straight for the heart of a dilemma through which I had lived, and I did not have the tools at hand to tackle it. Continue reading
by Thomas H. McNeely
The difficulties I faced in revising Ghost Horse were both artistic and spiritual. I was aiming straight for the heart of a dilemma through which I had lived, and I did not have the tools at hand to tackle it. Continue reading
by Judy Chicurel
It’s funny, but looking back, what restored my passion for my work was as simple as a game of improvised hide-and-seek. Continue reading
by Amy Weldon
At first, shucking off my professor identity felt easy. But then preening self-awareness crept in. . . . Next stop—I congratulated myself—would be mastery! . . . Yet by the end of the second day I was stuck. Continue reading
by Anjali Mitter Duva
In school in France, I was American, because the French have an obsession with America. In the US, despite my perfect American accent, I was French, because that’s glamorous. No one could figure out the Indian thing, even in India. Continue reading
by Bonnie ZoBell
I was quite the voyeur as a babysitter. Even then, I wanted to know what made people tick. I looked through closets, under beds, trying to discover folks’ secrets, who they really were. Were other families more normal than mine? Continue reading
by Lauren Francis-Sharma
Gone were the twenty-hour work days; now we were talking twenty-four hours. Seven days a week. . . . And the dream of being a writer seemed not only impossible but also, quite frankly, inconsequential. Continue reading
by A.X. Ahmad
Then one of them told me that the divorce was just a shattering of my personal narrative, and I was intrigued. After all, I had struggled with narrative and story for years. Continue reading