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That means [the kitten] was only a week and a half old when he wandered into my brother’s garage, and it’s a very good thing he did because he was way too young to have been separated from his mother.

It rained over night. There is something peaceful and soothing about rain tapping against the fabric of the tent. However, it is never...

One of the reasons I love Shenandoah is because it reminds me of my Dad. When I was in middle school, Mom and Dad took me and my brother...

It was cold last night. We went to bed early because we were all tired from such an early start. I changed into thermal underwear and a...

Our alarm went off at 3:30 this morning and we were on the road by 4:30 to drive down to Shenandoah.  Kati and I both had off due to...

Dear Dad, Being a teacher is hard. The actual teaching isn’t, but everything else is. Sometimes, I wonder if I’d find it less taxing,...

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...