Creative Nonfiction
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Why I Wanted Lucille Ball to be My Mother (Memoir)
Mike Douglas introduced his next guest. We had one of those mahogany console black and white televisions that were popular in the 1960s. It reigned as the pot-bellied god of our living room at our house in McKeesport, Pennsylvania. Music played on the Mike Douglas Show as Lucille Ball walked onstage. I recognized her from… Continue reading
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Why You Should Write Micro-Memoirs
They combine the truthfulness of memoir, the conflict-focused tension of fiction, and the precision of poetry. They are brief, tightly woven nuggets of narrative energy. When Beth Ann Fennelly published Heating & Cooling: 52 Micro-Memoirs, she added another sub-category to the genre of flash nonfiction. Micro-memoirs capture seemingly insignificant moments in a life and discover… Continue reading
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How Much Should We Really Think about Audience?
Lately I’ve been writing about food. I’ve been reflecting on the complicated relationship I’ve had over the years with eating. The way I overate during the summer after my father died when I was twelve, downing box after box of Keebler cookies all those hot afternoons, enough to singlehandedly keep those tree-dwelling elves in business.… Continue reading
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Moment on a Bridge in Western Maryland (An Experiment in Memoir)
A police officer stood in the road ahead signaling for me to stop. I had just left the campus of the community college where I taught and had driven less than half a mile when I saw him standing under the freeway overpass. He seemed to be stopping traffic for no reason. No one else… Continue reading
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How to Leave Your Problems on the Page
Do our problems define us? Have our past experiences, especially those that were difficult or troubling, made us who we are? Are they an integral part of our identity? In their 1990 book Narrative Means to Therapeutic Ends, family therapists Michael White and David Epston observed that people sometimes define themselves in terms of their… Continue reading
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The Sign (An Experiment in Memoir)
One year a few weeks before Easter, we in the hills of Western Maryland received a sign. As the new light of a spring morning appeared over the mountains, a man trudged down Baltimore Street in Cumberland dragging an eight-foot log cross. He shouldered the cross beam and leaned forward at an acute angle, pushing… Continue reading
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