On “Truthiness” Telling
Recently, a friend I walk with most mornings told me about a movie he had watched and enjoyed. As he described it, I realized that I would like the film […]
Fiction, Memoir, Poetry, Literacy
Recently, a friend I walk with most mornings told me about a movie he had watched and enjoyed. As he described it, I realized that I would like the film […]
I have a confession to make. In one week recently, I used, mostly without forethought, the following words: disenfranchised, synchronicity, bildungsroman, and sinister. The middle two I used in my […]
I don’t know that we pay attention to the way people talk–or don’t talk. But I think it is the stuff of great fiction. I disagree with people who say […]
I sometimes suspect that some things are easier to do than they look. I’m not talking about playing piano, hitting a major league fastball, or doing brain surgery. For at […]
One of the chapters in my textbook, Pretexts for Writing, goes out on something of a theoretical limb. Yes, I wrote a textbook–for first-year writing. My main reasons for thinking […]