What Would Dolly Parton Do?
Hello fellow Word Processor Mavericks! When I first was asked to write about voice I thought I had drawn the short end of the stick…
Hello fellow Word Processor Mavericks! When I first was asked to write about voice I thought I had drawn the short end of the stick…
It’s that time of year again, fellow scribes! For anyone who loves books. For anyone who loves writers. It is time to heed the call…
Tap into your Southern blood and blame Obama: A black president. A black nerd president. Anything is possible. These days, alien-space-Vikings seem as unreal as the Middle Passage…
Hello fellow pen slingers! To kick off the inaugural blog post here on Free Lunch I want to talk about the one question that bothers writers the most…
This is a story about a pair of red ankle-strap shoes. High heels, of course, high heels that give the longest legs to even the shortest of girls—in this case, an Italian girl who stood just a little short of five feet tall, in the Jersey City of 1942…
Frankie and I protect our town, on the scoreboard and at the town fair, still wearing our jerseys, proud of our colors…
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