by Jessica Levine
In retrospect, I see the nine years I spent working on my Ph.D. as a similar kind of detour, a quest for a lineage that might give me a right to speak. Continue reading
by Jessica Levine
In retrospect, I see the nine years I spent working on my Ph.D. as a similar kind of detour, a quest for a lineage that might give me a right to speak. Continue reading
by Robin Black
A writer, of whatever age, needs to concern herself with the writing, its quality and its promise; and anxieties of any other kind . . . will always do more to hinder than to help. Continue reading
by Lauren Francis-Sharma
Gone were the twenty-hour work days; now we were talking twenty-four hours. Seven days a week. The emotional, psychological, and physical needs of two human beings, non-stop. And the dream of being a writer seemed not only impossible but also, quite frankly, inconsequential. Continue reading
by Shawn Vestal
The gap between the story’s events and the telling — omissions, limitations, manipulations of time, voice, the metaphorical landscape — comes to feel, at least to me, . . . like the essence of what literature is. Continue reading
by Peter Ferry
I write on faith. I love E.L. Doctorow’s analogy that writing is like driving a car at night: you can’t see very far ahead, but you don’t have to, because by the time you get there, you’ll be able to see farther. Continue reading
by Susannah B. Mintz
In March I met Kevin, a nonconformist with cats who studied English and psychology in college and didn’t seem put-off by my description of myself as a cranky bookworm. Continue reading
by Dena Santoro
Edward R. Murrow visited Johnstown on a snowy day in January, 1956. It was Bill’s ninth year, and his future wife Agnes’s ninth day at her job in television traffic. Continue reading