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My current writing project is the memoir of a childhood friend. Here's the latest version of my pitch: Karen Murphy, a gifted, white fou...

The Right Writer My brother thinks he’s a writer. He caught the bug recently, and now his favorite line is, “I can’t not write,” whatever th...

Steve Del Masso Back then, we called it Jr. High - the school years of 7th through 9th grade. Jr. High was not at all like elementary school...

Our assignment for this week's memoir class was to find a theme running through our stories, then write an intro to our memoir expressin...

GOOD DAUGHTER I open the door to the bright, expansive common room. Warm autumn sun beams in from windows on the opposite wall hig...

The Lavalier I don't know how the lavalier came to be owned by Aunt Ruby. I do know that it was a gift from my grandfather to my grandmo...

Cupping my hands on the sides of my face, I’d press my nose against the bowed screen door and peer into the dark room. "Come on in,...