I am writing this morning, after somewhat of a dry spell, and then found myself reading this. I needed to read it. It is wonderful.

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By Tarn Wilson

I have a friend, a single man in his late forties, who still broods over the love he didn’t get—still doesn’t get—from his emotionally inaccessible parents. They are the cause of all his suffering, he believes, the cause of his failed relationships. Even as I nod compassionately over our herbal tea, I want to shake him and scream, “They’ll never change! Don’t waste any more of your life! Get a new story!”

But if I’m honest, I know that—after years of writing about my own family—I’d really be screaming at myself.

I recently finished writing an essay in which my parents made only the faintest outline of an appearance. I was ecstatic, sure I was entering a new, more adult stage in my development. I would become one of those charming old people who tell the stories of their childhood—traumatic or idyllic—with the cadence and emotional distance…

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Sunrise, sunrise

Elusia and I woke up at 4:30 this morning, not on purpose. We both couldn’t sleep, each of us needlessly worrying about projects we’re working on. After a couple hours and a shower, I decided to grab our Nikon D90 with new lens and take us outside to shoot the sunrise. We ended up across the street at the neighborhood playground. She’s got quite the eye for photos. Here are a handful of mine I felt like sharing.
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BDN: ‘Garden slugs prefer Budweiser over imported brands’

A slug slips into a pool of beer in Kathryn Olmstead’s garden. (Photo for the Bangor Daily News by Kathryn Olmstead.)

This is what happens when a University of Maine professor — my former adviser there and the editor who published my first story in Echoes magazine — retires. She experiments with beer. In her garden, with two fists clenching brown bottles of Bud, she slugs it down the garden patch. Continue reading

One Story #150: ‘Tiger’ by Nalini Jones

I received my first issue of One Story this weekend, the magazine of only — you guessed it — one story. I was introduced to One Story by one of its readers, James Scott, when he months ago manned a table at a bookstore panel of local literary magazines. He urged me to subscribe, and, finally, I did. One Story makes no pains for cover art: Just the title and author. I understand they change the color of the cover sheet. The story inside is what matters. Continue reading