The Kindness of Strangers

I have an odd phobia around my writing: I don't like to show it to people I know. I think this has always been true, but one incident that stands out in my mind took place in a college fiction writing class, for which I wrote a short story. It was about a young woman … Continue reading The Kindness of Strangers

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The Rules

This afternoon, I was chatting with my parents about the state of my daughter's spelling. She is seven years old, and is a pretty crackerjack speller for her age. My father, bemoaning his own spelling, says she's learned rules in school he never learned. I pointed out that my daughter has a fabulous memory; and … Continue reading The Rules