A Good Cry: Lessons from a Poet, an Actor, and a Cat

A Good Cry: Lessons from a Poet, an Actor, and a Cat

Most of us can recall the first books or movies that made us cry. In my case, it was the iconic ending of the film, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” It certainly wouldn’t have mattered to me that this outcome was never in Truman Capote’s novella, which had a more ambivalent...
The Most Useful Writer’s Tool: Faith

The Most Useful Writer’s Tool: Faith

One of the most important qualities for being a writer is often overlooked: Faith. Not religious faith, but faith in your work and what you bring to it. Before the April publication of my book, “Saving Ellen: A Memoir of Hope and Recovery,” faith in my book was not a...
Six of One, Half Dozen of the Other

Six of One, Half Dozen of the Other

In a world drowning in words — many of them inflammatory, hateful or misleading — I can’t help thinking less is more. But writing shorter requires you to find the most accurate, precise and powerful words, and then hit “control X” on the rest. As any reporter given a...
Writing and Revising: The Science and the Fiction

Writing and Revising: The Science and the Fiction

Ray Bradbury was not just a highly motivated and prolific science fiction writer. He was also a ferocious reviser. He said, “When you write – explode – fly apart – disintegrate! Then give yourself enough time to think, cut, rework, and rewrite.” If and when he did...
The Gladness of the River

The Gladness of the River

Walt Whitman’s Poem, “Crossing Brooklyn Bridge,” reminds me in Stanza 6 to be conscious of my river in a new way: “Just as you are refreshed by the gladness of the river, and the bright flow, I was refreshed.” First, a short reverie about my river, The Mystic River...
Settling into the Sandhills

Settling into the Sandhills

Two years after Jake started his sheep farm near Big Alkali Lake, he put on his best clothes and went to propose. He even knelt down. Lanna laughed and then frowned. “Build me a proper house, and I will consider it.” He nodded. She was right. His house of sod wouldn’t...