We were going to be Woodward and Bernstein. I started college in the fall of 1974, weeks after Richard Nixon resigned. My dream was to work at The New York Times and to have a summer place on Cape Cod. Not that I’d ever
Category: Writing
It’s All a Moveable Feast
“If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction,” Ernest Hemingway says in the preface to A Moveable Feast, the collection of his notes from the Paris years. “But there is
To E or not To E?
I’m in a bit of a quandry. My agent didn’t take on my edgy Christian novel; he said I had something there, but in essence he didn’t think he could sell it. I also have a memoir on my
Miracles
“Miracles appear in the strangest of places,” begins Yesterday’s Wine, my favorite song by Willie Nelson. Strange places, indeed. Oh, I’ve had some miracles occur in places you’d expect: a Catholic