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Breastfeeding Dick Cheney
It’s difficult to describe my relationship with Dick Cheney—even now, after all this time.True Stories, Well Told / Issue 43
We’re Not All That Normal
"I think the things that make us uncomfortable or touch an area that seems unsettled are the things that we connect with on a deeper level. Everything else is just the noise that we all push through to make our lives seem normal and comfortable."Issue 43
A Sense of Power and Fearlessness
An interview with Mardi Jo Link, author of the essay "Rebecca vs. Mr. Wonderful"Issue 43
Make Mine a Double
My co-worker Charles looked over his glasses at me, Aunt-Polly style, after reading my grant application. “It’s good,” he said, “except we’ll have to change all the double spaces at the ends of sentences to single spaces.”Issue 43
Of Online Anger, Puppy Dogs and Ice Cream
"What began as an innocuous addition to my writing life ended in insults, passive-aggressiveness and puppies eating ice cream."Issue 43
The Stories I Did Not Write
If only he had not left her there in the undergrowth, next to the train tracks, for the engineer to see, her blue tongue cotted in a mouth that had only just cradled baby teeth. The belt uncinched to coil among the ivy. The fingers, nails dotted with whorls of chipped polish, still hesitant when they gripped a pen to scribble notes: Mom, I went to get my bike at Mark’s house.Issue 43
The Death Penalty, Righteous Anger or Murderous Revenge?: A Roundtable Discussion
In the spring of 2009, a business professor at Texas Tech University, where I also teach, e-mailed and asked if I’d meet him for coffee to chat about—of all things—the death penalty.Issue 43
Research and Personal Writing
Those drawn to the writing of personal essays and memoirs may eventually discover the need to do some research.Issue 43
Heroes and Consequences
I imagine Andy Williamson standing on the welcome mat of my family’s house at 614 Ravenwood Drive.Issue 43
Birds
In 1984, when Nelson Mandela was still marking time in prison, I wrote a poem. It was a heavy poem. Something about the moon being black.Issue 43