When did I know I was an author?

When did I know I was an author?

by Sharon Anderson I think I probably always had stories coming out of me. As a kid, I would gather up the neighborhood gang on the front lawn and tell them ghost stories – sometimes in costume. I’m not certain how I could have done anything else, really. But the...
In praise of editors

In praise of editors

My first creative non-fiction article tortured me during the middle drafts, as though I was in a river too frothy to comprehend from the seat low in my canoe. I was always scraping into one rock or another. I like a bit of whitewater as much as the next paddler, but...
Thanks!

Thanks!

When I signed up to write this blog post several months ago, it was at the Red Wheelbarrow Writer’s happy hour and—as I’d been indulging in happiness for well over an hour—I was, um… easily manipulated. And writing a blog post for a bunch of writers at some random...

Teller of Tales, Lover of Life

Ask me what I am, and I’ll tell you I am a storyteller. That hasn’t changed over the years. When I was just a child, my mother had to wait patiently for an answer to what she believed a simple question. “Why did the principal of the kindergarten call saying you were...

Tell a Story or Two

by Laura Williams The Three Little Bears, The Bernstein Bears, and Dr. Seuss were the formative books at four years old. In fact, many of these books have teeth marks in them where I chewed the covers. I’d like to think this occurred because the books were so...

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