perm_identity From the Editor Archives

Finding an Interesting Writer a Phone Call Away

Issue No. 161 ~ October, 2010

The other week my brother and sister, who are a year apart in age, and both younger than me, attended a high school reunion.  I can’t believe what year reunion it was because I still think of my siblings as teenagers, even though age wise, …

Oh, Brother, Glad You’re Still With Us

Issue No. 159 ~ August, 2010

My mother always told us if something ever happened, if we were ever injured or in trouble, the first thing we should say when we called in such a situation was “I’m okay,” before going into the specifics about whatever had happened. I came home …

According to Whom?

Issue No. 158 ~ July, 2010

It’s a simple phrase, an elementary question, but one which probably should be considered more frequently by people in general, and journalists, in particular, both print and broadcast, and that is “According to whom?” In an age where passions, and resulting generalizations run high, outlandish …

No generic doctor for me

Issue No. 153 ~ February, 2010

"...I remember debating Dr. Nacht, using my own personal logic to challenge the so-called medical experts. I thought I successfully discovered a loophole, or at least an interesting observation, when the acceptable cholesterol level was lowered from 250 to 200 by the medical authorities,... in one night literally millions of folks went to bed with acceptable cholesterol levels, only to awaken in the morning with high cholesterol levels which needed to be treated."

John Bowers: A versatile writer through the decades

Issue No. 148 ~ September, 2009

"Yes, Bowers was a country boy, but he developed into quite a versatile writer, publishing non-fiction books, celebrity profiles, novels, a Civil War book, Chickamauga and Chattanooga: The Battles that Doomed the Confederacy, and even a highly readable biography of General Stonewall Jackson. Still going strong at the age of 81, Bowers has a novel, Love in Tennessee, which was released this month to come out from Red Hen Press."

Who Was The President Then?

Issue No. 141 ~ February, 2009

The guy handed me my plastic bag of purchases, and I don't know why, but taking it in my left hand, I extended my right hand to shake his, only with my index finger pointing out toward him. "President McKinley was assassinated in 1901," I said, adding that a guy came up to him with a bandaged hand concealing a gun and when McKinley reached out to shake hands, he was shot twice.

A special high school English teacher

Issue No. 134 ~ July, 2008

"Mr. Duffy and my mother both knew I could write, actually thought I would become a writer long before I had any inkling of it. I have no idea what they saw, or how they knew, but here I am writing this, so they must have known something. I can say this, however, it was only years later that I came to really appreciate what Mr. Duffy had done for me as a teacher."

Another chance encounter

Issue No. 131 ~ April, 2008

It turned out that Ann and her husband Dan Becker, own Becker's Books, where dark, sturdy bookcases can be found along over 30 corridors of shelving. Ann said the operation currently has a stock of 250,000 or so titles of used books ready to go.

Interconnecting Decades at the annual AWP Conference

Issue No. 128 ~ January, 2008

"I was at David Amram's farm in Putnam County the other Sunday, and ... he talked almost non-stop about the people he had known over the years, not in a name dropping sense, but more as a natural part of the vivid narrative of his life, and then what he thought of the way things are today, never with bitterness, but always with an ever onward exuberance of well, where do you want to go from here?"

Robert Phelps: My first guide to writing fiction

Issue No. 126 ~ November, 2007

"'Why do you think we write?' Phelps once asked me... "...I rambled on about truth and meaning and whatever one tries to discern out of life and the human experience. "Phelps smiled, raised his head across the table from me, and simply said, 'We write cause we're scared shitless'."