Purposeful Hoarding

I have a writing friend who never keeps anything beyond that which she needs in the immediacy of her life. I admire her minimalism, but in the core of my being, I am a saver. If you looked at my…

Us and Them

Welcome to the first installment of Dead Darlings’ mishmash of the web, a series that will appear or not appear randomly whenever we feel like it. Over the past few of weeks, Mom and Dad have been fighting in literary…

The Past is Perfect

Go Figure: Musings from the Mind of Rob Wilstein Do you love to exercise? Do you crave the horrible gasping for breath, cold sweat, light-headed, skin-tingling terror of being thrown from the treadmill or sideswiped by the next eighteen-wheeler on…

Burning in Boston

It’s been said lots of times, in lots of different ways, that any good novelist must have something burning inside him or her; something that absolutely has to be said. It burned white- hot in Richard Yates. Though racked in…