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Pickrell’s poetry pays homage to the ordinary, the daily events that so many of us ignore. She takes the time to appreciate the small things and her devotion to the Oakland A’s reminded me of my dad’s devotion to the New York Mets.

The term pre-order irks me. It's along the same lines as preheating the oven. The prefix “pre” means “prior to” or “before.” So...

Gaddis brilliantly conveys her emotions on every page, and the loving way in which she writes about her children is endearing.

Dear Dad, Easter continues to be sad. How does one go from having a holiday be their absolute favorite, to it becoming one that brings...

Dear Dad, Today is one of those days I know you died too young. I really wish I could call you up. I know G3 wishes he could talk to you....

At the end of June, G3 and seven other scouts from his troop will be heading to Philmont, the Boy Scout Ranch down in New Mexico, for a...

Dear Dad, It’s been five years since I last saw you. Last Thursday marked the anniversary of when I drove you to the hospital. At the...

On Wednesday, my spouse, Kati, made Irish soda bread for dinner. While she mixed the dough in the dining room, Dante, our youngest cat,...

Back in December, my publisher asked me to select a song to represent my book. Actually, she asked all of the Year Of The Womxn authors...

S.B. Borgersen’s Collected Novellas  provides an intriguing look at family dynamics. What makes a family? And how does one’s upbringing...

Back in late December, my publisher told me that I should try to solicit blurbs for my memoir. Blurbs are the quotes you see on the back...

I was not a cat person. It’s not that I hated cats. It was more that I’m allergic to them and having grown up with a dog, I preferred...

A decade ago, I desperately wanted to join a local writing group that consisted predominantly of writers who graduated from the MFA...

On September 16, 2025, Unsolicited Press will release my memoir, Stolen: Love and Loss in the Time of Covid-19 . It will mark the five...

<p>Today is going to be a long and depressing day. Long days in the car aren’t bad when you are starting a trip, when you are full of anticipation and excitement about going somewhere new or doing something different. But when you are going home, when all the fun is over and another year of [&hellip;]</p>

<p>A few horrible intense coughing fits in the middle of the night, but I did probably manage to get more sleep than I’ve been getting. At least I feel less zombie like this morning. The amount of dew on our tents when we woke up was incredible. If it had rained overnight our tents might [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Again, I got little sleep. I was up most of the night coughing. I’ve coughed so much that I pulled a muscle in my side. At some point though I must have gotten some sleep because I had a disturbing dream. I had a research paper due. It wasn’t long and it didn’t require many [&hellip;]</p>

<p>My family went to Culver’s for dinner last night and I asked them to bring me back a salad. Not cheese curds. Not frozen custard. Salad. That should give you an indication of how crappy I felt. The mucinex helped a bit. It kept me relatively cough free until six o’clock when I woke with [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Day 16 I didn’t sleep nearly enough. We went to bed at ten, but at one, I was still trying to fall asleep. Our alarms went off at a quarter after four so that we could get up to Copper Harbor in time for our ferry. I don’t feel well. I have a cough and [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I did not sleep well last night. I kept waking up and struggling to fall back to sleep. At least, since we have nothing to rush off to today, I got to sleep in till 7:30. I read for nearly an hour and then woke G3 up. He’s been wanting to play catch, but we [&hellip;]</p>