Recently, I read a story about a writer who wrote a story that landed her in hot water.
In an essay published on a blog, the writer said she wrote a short story satirizing close family friends. The friends read her manuscript without her permission, and were wounded. One refused to speak to her and sent an intermediary to her door, to tell her that their relationship was now over. Continue reading “Bait and Switch”
“You call it excavation; I call it being triggered.”
My Memoir I class was midway through the term, which meant everyone had submitted pages for critique, and written homework assignments, and jumped into writing exercises many times in class. Continue reading “Give It a Name”
Shortly after the Super Bowl, I read a fascinating essay that said, if all of the commercials broadcast during the game act as a snapshot of the American psyche, this year’s crop says we’re a nation of emotionless commitment-phobes, kinda chauvinistic, and having trouble pooping. Continue reading “Commercial Lessons”