The Moment I Heard the Church Bells Tolling in Memory of 9/11
I stopped in my tracks; removed my headphones; and stayed still until the bells fell silent. I thought about the ancestors. The Irish who could
Musings
I stopped in my tracks; removed my headphones; and stayed still until the bells fell silent. I thought about the ancestors. The Irish who could
We gathered this summer at The Labyrinth of Rome, Georgia, to recharge our creativity. At least half of the attendees drove several (or more) hours
Daddy shocked my socks off with his appearance that sunny day. How did he know where I was? Why was he asking that question? I
I keep this old cartoon from The New Yorker in plain view in my writing space. The most common lament I hear from aspiring writers
As a favor to a mutual friend, I agreed to meet with an aspiring writer to talk about the business over a long supper. We’ll
What follows is a transcript of a real phone call held between Mama and me. Mama: Retta, I sure am sorry to hear about your
…if violets can break through stone, why can’t you? For a story about turning a huge setback into a mind-blowing comeback, check out Zigzagging at
Its fancy name is Rosa Mystica Studio, but this is where I write, teach, mentor, and dream the most outlandish things. Have a look around.
The two men in the parking lot didn’t make any sense. One figure moving erratically at warp speed–first doubled over and zigging to the left–then