Trudy

  • The canary was still. It was too late to run. Too late to escape. Too late to pray for God’s mercy.

     

    Matt had been one of the lucky ones, one of sixteen coal miners chosen to work on a Saturday mo […]

  • Writing my first novel was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It took me two full years to get through the first draft, and I felt like I was slogging my way through the entire time. I would write sections of the b […]

  • You are quirky in a very classy way. Postcards and trinkets and such. You make it all so interesting.
    Unathi to Anita
    Dear Debbie,

    Is your spirit smiling as I work on my third act? It’s been over ten y […]

  • Morning hunkered over the house, gray and unyielding, pressing through the spaces between the drawn shade and the window frame. Wes sat on the edge of the bed in underwear and socks, next to a […]

  • Artist Jane Skafte has designs on our natural environment.

    She illustrates her deep concerns for climate change with research, conscience and talent that subtly reveals devastation from the ground up.

    “I a […]

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    New England is fertile ground for any photographer, and I enjoy drawing from this environment. I’ve long had a love of taking pictures. There’s the heft of a camera, the frustrating magic of lens, ligh […]

  • All my life I’ve gotten into random conversations with people where the subject of our life trajectories comes up, and I always end up feeling kind of weird. This past weekend I hung out with a friend who told m […]

  • When that technician pointed out two heartbeats and two precious teensy penises on the screen, I was over the moon. Buddy leaned over and kissed me and cried real quiet-like, like he wasn’t actually crying, b […]

  • When he put this ring on my finger, my skin was smoother, and more supple. My hand was thinner, and less freckled than it is now. When he asked me to marry him, he got down on one knee in front of the London […]

  • I spent four days and nights smashed against a bus window in transit to my first husband’s family reunion half nauseous from breathing in the diesel fumes and the aroma of the chemical toilet a few feet behind u […]

  • Have you ever used virtual reality goggles to watch a movie? Imagine that the film starts off in an African village. Ahead of you, you see a hut and can almost smell the smoke rising from a campfire. You hear […]

  • On the third visit, they kicked his stomach and broke his thumbs. The bones cracked like an electrical charge shooting through his entire body, exiting via his skull, as if everything he knew, everything he […]

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    Both the Irish and Ukrainian/Russian sides of my family settled in Allegheny County, and the men worked in the steel mills and coal mines. My mother got on a bus one day and moved to central Ohio. She […]

  • A few years back, a new neighbor called. “Katie, there’s an old man leaning against my front wall, should I call the police?”

    I pulled my window up and leaned out to look, just two houses over. There was Paul, […]

  • “You can get a wax.” She rubs the stubbly black fuzz on my calves, nodding. “A little long.”

    “Yeah, I know. It’s been cold.” I feel the need to defend myself to the woman painting my toenails. Suddenly my m […]

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    I grew up in Southern California with a darkroom in my garage. My father, grandfather and great-grandfather were all photographers. As a child I didn’t spend much time with photography, even though I wa […]

  • Elizabeth Howard wrote a new post 7 years ago

     

    Body painted women. Haitian orphans. Black Elvis. Models for hip-hop and Votre Nom. The homeless. A budding coquette in the summer sun.

    These are but a few of the fascinating faces caught in telling […]

  • Emily Littlewood wrote a new post 7 years ago

    By and large, the biggest problem I run into with struggling authors is the challenge they have around marketing themselves. I hear a lot of different reasons for this: “I’m too introverted.” “I hate anythin […]

  • Priscilla, lovely writing. We’re enjoying Seattle but I miss you and all my VA friends!

  • It was a sticky, overcast August day in the Connecticut River Valley, and it was going to be a heavy one.

    Already, at 9:00 in the morning, Ed was poking his head into a series of little rooms upstairs in […]

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