“Looking for Bobby,” or Losing & Finding Ourselves
May is short story month, and in celebration I’m posting a short story I wrote years ago and published in …
May is short story month, and in celebration I’m posting a short story I wrote years ago and published in …
Wallace Stevens’ poem “Sunday Morning” ends with these lines: We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old …
One of the things I love about Annie Dillard’s book “The Writing Life” is how it addresses both the drudgery and …
A notebook full of poetry I had worked on for years has disappeared. Vanished. Many of the poems I never …
Writers love to write about writing. It’s not surprising. It’s our passion. So when I was invited to participate in …
That age-old question “who am I?” haunts us from birth. We sense we are more than what we seem to …
I just finished writing an 85,000 word novel that I’ve been working on the past couple of years. It feels …
Us, Ancient by Deborah J. Brasket You know what I love most about swimming? How perky my breasts get. All …
I came across this recently, something I wrote years and years ago. So much has changed since then, but not …
Tonight as we marvel at the summer solstice super-moon, our family will be celebrating our daughter’s birthday. In remembrance of this lovely event, …