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In West Concord, behind the railroad tracks and to the side of the bike path, stands a bright yellow phone booth—yes, the kind we were so used to seeing everywhere, and once upon a time used, at least those of…
In West Concord, behind the railroad tracks and to the side of the bike path, stands a bright yellow phone booth—yes, the kind we were so used to seeing everywhere, and once upon a time used, at least those of…
This morning, while writing copy for my upcoming fiber sculpture show, I couldn’t help thinking about my novel. Rather, I couldn’t help thinking about this part of me that is Writer, and this other part, Artist. It’s a question I’ve…
Everybody has a trick for entering their writing. They light candles, turn on Mozart, twirl three times counterclockwise. Me, I cook. This is new. And it isn’t the cooking, really, it’s the smell. Seems I need the simmering of onions…
Several months ago, one of my mother’s childhood friends died. Margie was a librarian, teacher, writer, activist. Although we hadn’t connected in many years, she remained a vivid part of my memory of childhood, very much the color Red. At…
I don’t think I’m the only writer who finds life interfering with art from time to time, or—often. Whether I simply allow it or embrace distraction, I’m not sure. But I jilt my manuscript repeatedly, sometimes for a weekend, sometimes…
Sandy Stark-McGinnis has written a poignant and beautiful book about 11-year-old Cassie Rodrigues, her mother who has early-onset Alzheimer’s, and a bucket-list adventure they take together. Stark-McGinnis takes on the challenge of Alzheimer’s without being sentimental or simplistic, allowing young…