The Self-Made Writer

A dozen years had passed since my first novel came out, and for the benefit of a group of students I was launching into my spiel of how the ...

Lynn Freed had a problem most writers would die for: upon publication of her second book, her editor and agent were clamoring for the next...

We’ve been dumped on this winter, record-breaking snows that challenge plow crews, threaten roofs, and evoke an all-around readiness to be d...

Christmas Eve, one hundred miles from  Anchorage , silent and still, a crisp, clear night pillowed with two feet of fresh snow, lit by a sma...

I ’m a teacher by training, and a writer by – well, that’s what I mean to find out, the proper way to complete that little prepositional phr...