(A memoir in progress) by W. A. Smith Prologue My father died as the sun rose on Easter morning, 1979. Months before, in a halting progression that reminded me of the lights in a house flickering out one by one, room by room, he had lost the ability to move under his...
by Alan C. Baird It’s a musician’s world of ruffled shirts and breakaway pants: Grant Jarrett discusses his book More Towels with Alan C. Baird. The younger brother of a world-renowned jazz pianist, Grant Jarrett has authored More Towels, a memoir of his...
by Kenneth Cook May 1958 Laura watched the thunderstorm from the living room window. The clouds bloated and darkened, common in the Panhandle in the late afternoons, and then it poured’a gusty, whipsaw wind driving the rain sideways against the house. The rain...
by Gabriella Herkert I learned more from the other writers at the Maui Writers’ Conference than I did from the presenters. True, I paid my conference fee to see the likes of John Saul and Terry Brooks but I learned the most from Janet Spurr. She was behind me in...
by Jody Reale It was not so long after Our Ugly Wedding that I made a friendly gesture toward my husband, Alex. We were in the car, taking a springtime drive to Boulder. We were going to walk down the pedestrian mall while eating ice cream, watching the buskers and...
