perm_identity From the Editor Archives

Who Knows?

Issue No. 185 ~ October, 2012

Time to open the magazine. I'm guessing Blake and Ryan are television celebrities, or maybe singers. I do know I have no idea what constitutes a "dream Southern wedding." I don't even know what constitutes a dream wedding of any kind, anywhere, at any time, for that matter.

A Twisted Ankle Tale

Issue No. 183 ~ August, 2012

My brother was injured on his part-time job, and as a result, couldn't perform what was required for his permanent job, but it came down to "So what?" and "Tough luck" -- you are not entitled to compensation.

Celebration Days for Mom and Dad

Issue No. 181 ~ June, 2012

One year, when I was in my twenties, my mother sent me a Mother's Day card with her familiar small but exceedingly legible handwriting inside telling me not to worry about doing anything for her on Mother's Day, it was just another day, and she was a mother everyday, so she didn't understand what all the fuss was about.

More than just playing catch

Issue No. 180 ~ May, 2012

My father took me to the tryouts, trying to reassure me and calm me down, even though he had absolutely no interest in baseball. My mother was the avid baseball fan, starting with her love of the Brooklyn Dodgers when my parents first moved to Manhattan from Toronto.

A True Wishbone Friend

Issue No. 179 ~ April, 2012

Guy and I were pretty different, and I suspect good manners, natural empathy, and conceptual curiosity, along with the common experience of where we found ourselves at the age of twelve, were reasons we became friends.

A Path to the AWP Conference in Chicago

Issue No. 178 ~ March, 2012

I’m off to Chicago to this year’s annual AWP (Associated Writers and Writing Programs) conference, where some 9,600 writers and writing students have registered to attend. I’m still an outsider, and probably should have heard of the AWP 20 years before I did, but persistence …

Out of the Blue

Issue No. 177 ~ February, 2012

Through the rear view mirror my mother spotted a state police car behind her, but thought nothing of it, since so many cars were speeding past her in the left lane. Then the red light went on and the police car moved up right behind my mother's van.

What’s in a Name?

Issue No. 176 ~ January, 2012

My brother was seeing a therapist, who apparently thought Timmy was a "baby name" and thus, impacted adversely on my brother's feelings about himself, and his ability to ever assertively confront my father.

Gimme a Word

Issue No. 175 ~ December, 2011

My demons could never be exorcized through playing characters, I was stuck with trying to understand myself and what I perceived as the uncomprehending world around me through other means. Pretense was anathema to me, and yet, acting fascinated both my father and Ferruccio; my father through utilizing videotape in therapy and Ferruccio through staging psychodramas, encouraging patients to perform in spontaneous scenarios.