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When I wrote and published short stories, the titles were my own business, I think largely because there is little to no folding green stuff involved with short stories. So unless a title is really offensive to a literary magazine…
Like a parenthesis in these days of incredible heat, a thunderstorm ripped through East Tennessee on Thursday. Thousands without power in Knoxville. And here, local angle, a tree was ripped right out of the earth in the little park where…
A recent, now widely circulating article in the Atlantic by Anne-Marie Slaughter, “Why Women Still Can’t Have it All,” details the author’s difficult choice to renounce a brilliant career as the State Department’s director of policy planning to have more time…
Loading groceries in the car this morning, I’m thinking, OK, now that’s done, there’s no excuse not to write some more, which wasn’t that attractive on a hot day. I remembered a list of quotes by writers on writing which…
Don’t look at the photograph now. Just believe me. When I was in middle school we lived in this house on Minisink Way in Westfield, N.J. The house was on top of a huge, steep hill. Here’s the proof: we…
My father adored Thomas Mann’s Joseph and His Brothers and read the whole (1200 pages mind you) at least twice. I’ve always been put off because it’s one heavy book (pounds and pounds) with big long sentences, huge paragraphs and…
I might be including the Kalamazoo Corset Company Strike of 1912 in my next novel. You’ve heard of it? Kalamzoo, Michigan was churning out corsets at a great rate: 800 women produced 1.5 million per year when the U.S. population…
Readers of When We Were Strangers may remember Lula, the cook and housekeeper for the Cleveland workhouse where Irma made collars. That was in the 1880’s. After the book came out, a suggestion was made by HarperCollins to write a…
A little domestic problem: little ants called “sweet ants” in our kitchen marching around on the counter. We tried mechanical means (squashing them) but more kept coming, lines and lines of ants. Thinking “better killing through chemistry,” I got out…