Originally posted on The Manifesto:
I wrote letters to Colin Firth because my ex-husband, the amazing writer Ira Sukrungruang, suggested I do so. I have a poem with Colin Firth’s name in…
Letters to Colin Firth: A Book Launch
In Praise of Frivolous Things: Christmas Lights in the Dark
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
It’s December and that means I’m listening to Christmas music, enjoying Christmas decorations and lights, walking through the Christmas displays at my favorite stores. I’m awash in…
The True Nature of Confession
I’ve found it to be true you’re only as sick as your secrets. But, really, as memoirists, are we to have none?
Confessions of a Motormouth
“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.” ~ Plato I’m not saying my mother is a fool, but when I […]
December: Confession
In high school I prided myself on knowing the best gossip, and later I became a journalist. The question I had to ask myself, when the time came to finally write a memoir, was how much to divulge.
Apologizing for Existing
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
I’ve been a little paralyzed to write since the utterly unexpected popularity of my “Depression is a Trip” post. How do you follow something that seems to…
Run Towards Each Other by Katherine Riegel
Originally posted on The Brevity Blog:
Another winning entry in Brevity‘s Holiday Smile contest: It is Thanksgiving, again. My smile is a weapon cutting off access to my grief-treasure. Or perhaps my smile…
HOW TO SURVIVE A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE (Just kidding! How to Survive Thanksgiving With Your Family)
Whether you’re driving or flying, don’t overschedule the amount of time you’ll spend at “home” (which won’t be home for you anymore, but it’ll be home for some of your family and […]
A Sunshine State of Mind, Or, How I Got My Tattoo
As my 30s came to an end I became anxious about this lack of constancy, and blamed it for my husband’s disappearance from my life. “To know who you are,” Carson McCullers once said. “You have to have a place to come from.” How could I expect someone else to know me if I didn’t know myself?
“Woman: American” a poem
by Ann E. Michael She has really white teeth. When half the world is looking for a meal, she is taking a shower. She relies more on her dishwasher than on her […]
The Gloria Sirens 