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Four stories in 20 minutes: Piano Man
May 5, 2024Four stories in 20 minutes! At the April meeting of Gulf Coast Writers, everyone was talking at once. Amazingly, the result was not chaos. Four teams of writers collaborated to create stories based on lyrics from the American songbook of the 1970s. Members were given just 20 minutes to craft...
Four stories in 20 minutes: “Eleanor Rigby” the story
May 3, 2024Four stories in 20 minutes! At the April meeting of Gulf Coast Writers, everyone was talking at once. Amazingly, the result was not chaos. Four teams of writers collaborated to create stories based on lyrics from the American songbook of the 1970s. Members were given just 20 minutes to craft...
Four stories in 20 minutes: “Copacabana” the story
May 3, 2024Four stories in 20 minutes! At the April meeting of Gulf Coast Writers, everyone was talking at once. Amazingly, the result was not chaos. Four teams of writers collaborated to create stories based on lyrics from the American songbook of the 1970s. Members were given just 20 minutes to craft...
Four stories in 20 minutes: Bad, Bad…” story
May 3, 2024Four stories in 20 minutes! At the April meeting of Gulf Coast Writers, everyone was talking at once. Amazingly, the result was not chaos. Four teams of writers collaborated to create stories based on lyrics from the American songbook of the 1970s. Members were given just 20 minutes to craft...
The Way Cancer Has Shaped Me
March 7, 2024By Brian Sluga Looking back on my experience with testicular cancer at a young age, I realize that cancer didn't define me — it helped shape me. Illustration of a man with blond hair and rectangular glasses wearing a black t-shirt, smiling. My personal experience brought to life the all-pervading...
Imposter in the Woods by Lori Goshert
August 2, 2022See Lori's blog. Imposter in the Woods by Lori Goshert The call of a cardinal echoes through the trees. A brown anole skitters up a palm trunk, pausing to listen and bob her head. With one finger jammed between the pages of my book to mark the place, I crane...
Declaration of Interdependence — Joe Pacheco
July 4, 2022For the people of Ukraine: Declaration of Interdependence On this day of celebrating independence, I declare interdependence a new truth to be held self-evident, humanity created free, interdependent on each other; I declare what defeats and hurts any human, anywhere, also defeats and hurts me; I declare that suppression in...
Author’s Bakers-Dozen Marketing Points
November 2, 2021The Author's Bakers-Dozen Marketing Points By Jan Nieman Always carry your book with you. Even at the gym, someone will ask, "What do you do?" and as you flash your book, you answer with your one minute elevator speech. Don't become so flustered when speaking to a large group that...
The Viking Funeral by Mary Charles
August 8, 2021The Viking Funeral by Mary Charles In an era long ago when the captain of a Viking ship died, his family and ship’s crew would place the captain in his longboat, set the ship afire and release it onto the outgoing tide to carry the captain to Valhalla. My husband...
A Poem by Joe Pacheco
August 8, 2021Poem Begun For Marjorie On 2-11- 87 From neither the brightest Nor the warmest Nor the tallest Or even the sharpest Not certainly From one coming on Still strong still full Of praise and promise But rather on this Superlative August 8 Eightieth Birthday From the one who needs And...
Bob McCarthy Article Posted Online
June 4, 2021Bob McCarthy has an article, Adams Street, Springfield, Ma, featured on New England Memories.
FOR MARJORIE AT SEVENTY-NINE — Poetry by Joe Pacheco
August 13, 2020FOR MARJORIE AT SEVENTY-NINE (Inspired by Janis Ian) No truth to learn at seventy-nine Except that living on is fine. So many friends now turned to dust, Their camaraderie once robust. A few, surviving faint and frail, Now faraway as memories fail. No unlived dream for which to yearn ---...