A tongue-in-cheek rationalization for my Modern Love rejections, leading me to believe I'm neither modern nor loved!...

I’m here to praise ex-boyfriends. To continue the ironic analogy to the title of James Agee’s book about Depression-era tenant farmers,...

“Paul McCartney is downstairs and will do a quick meet-and-greet with photos, if you hurry.” That’s what I heard one day when I worked...

Here's a remembrance from a time I spent a "big birthday" at a Beverly Hills spa, a day in which I was mostly broke and brokenhearted. I...

What defines your writing style? I rarely revert to Wikipedia for the best definitions, but I do like the simplicity of this: “Beyond the...

If you’ve ever sent out query letters to agents, you know the pain you feel when you get rejection letters back. It’s similar to the pain...

Persistence. Quite a word. The website etymonline.com tells us that the word originated in the 1540s from the French and Latin, meaning...

The wonderful editors at Gyroscope Review gave their published poets a chance to read three poems that had been published anywhere, not...

What happens if you don’t follow your dreams? Researchers from Cornell University and the New School for Social Research found that...

Months passed. I published a personal essay in The Los Angeles Times, as well as poems in various journals and was a runner-up in a...

In another year or so, I exhumed my book proposal and thought it good enough to send to another New York agent. It worked — again....

One day, long ago, I sat on the floor in my apartment in Tempe, Arizona, surrounded by notes, outlines, and a copy of a well-known novel...

The Diagnosis, by Jude Hopkins I woke up feeling Sister’s cool fingers pushing my sticky hair off my forehead. The orange walls, the...

Issue 21-4 Fall 2021 Crone Power Issue I remember it was dark when we arrived at the Tucson motel, its neon sign blinking “Pool,” the...

I was driving south on the 405 Freeway to meet my former high school boyfriend at a hotel. I had met up with him a few months earlier at...

Published in P.S. I Love You, Medium, July 14, 2020 He was married. But I was still in limbo. It was 10 p.m. when I finished teaching my...

Confound It! I once read that Woody Allen learned vocabulary words by keeping lists in his underwear drawer. I’m not quite as obsessive....

Over a cup of instant tea, you told me you were married, somewhat content, a father and a teacher. I suppose such a rendering — given...

The sun, like the hills, tempers the natives, appearing only after cresting the Alleghenies and departs long before turning in for the...

Vis Vitae When I ask, the seller admits a man died in the house, but nearly a century ago, of glanders, a disease he says no one even...