Turning 40: Why I Write

At three days away from turning 40 years old, I haven't been published, and yet I continue to write and call myself a writer. I'm not published because I haven't ever submitted anywhere or queried an agent. Sure, I'd like to be published some day, but that's never really been the point for me. The … Continue reading Turning 40: Why I Write

Lit Fest 2015 – Exercise 3

I used to be afraid of my parents’ bedroom because it lay at the end of the upstairs hallway, far away from the brightly lit staircase and the liveliness of my family of seven, sometimes eight, down below and even though that fear had always been just because of the location and the darkness, my … Continue reading Lit Fest 2015 – Exercise 3

Lit Fest 2015 – Exercise 2

It’s the Fourth of July in rural Western New York. The family is gathered at the grandparents’ house, the house the mother grew up in, only a mile down the road from their own. Both grandparents are still alive, although the grandfather won’t be much longer. The family doesn’t know this yet, but they are … Continue reading Lit Fest 2015 – Exercise 2