I caught my first glimmer of love when I was three. It happened in October; brilliant azure skies punctuated by palm trees, bags filled with candy, pumpkins on doorsteps. I was barreling through the house, as fast as my short little legs would carry me, looking for something to eat,…
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…In retrospect hijacking a telephone code was the least of Billie’s sins that summer, and since she’d stopped attending confession about the same time she stopped taking piano lessons, she never atoned, achieving a state of grace was the furthest thing from her mind. What she wanted was out. Out…
Where muse and memory meet is often over a keyboard. I’m calling that a ghostly visitation. I have been in Boston a couple of months now, and I’m going to talk about riding a synaptic wave that apparently has been building in my psyche for a long, long, time. I…
It was inevitable. I miss the light. The bold, constant, dazzling light. I understand now to the core of my being why Cecil B. and my ancestors made the move, and why there’s no place like it to make movies — anywhere you turn, all you have to do is…
Catherine Nichols has found that submitting her manuscript under a male pseudonym brought her more than eight times the number of responses she had received under her own name. “It’s assumed that women writers will not write anything important – anything truly serious or necessary, revelatory or wise.” “Our work…