Death is the last frontier in so many ways. In my circles, even friends who talk about sex, politics, and that most forbidden of topics, paychecks, rarely talk about the nitty gritty of death. That’s something we save for our own private hells or heavens. “I plunge my finger between the folds of the incision, … Read more
Before there was the movie, and the other movie, there was, The Book. I liked the first movie. I loved the second movie. Denzel Washington. John Travolta. Luis Guzman. What’s not to like? But the book, ah, I loved the book. “Steever stood on the southbound local platform of the Lexington Avenue line … Read more
Yes, death is the last frontier. In my circles, even friends who talk about sex, politics, and that most forbidden of topics, paychecks, rarely talk about the nitty-gritty of death. That’s something we save for our own private hells or heavens. This is the opening to MacKinnon’s novel, Tethered.: I plunge my finger between the folds of … Read more
I started Jesse, A Mother’s Story twice. The stark beauty of this memoir hit me the moment I began. Marianne Leone’s narrative, written with an unrelenting immediacy, yanked me into her world. Leone’s son Jesse owned me from his first moment on the page. By the end of the prologue, Leone had so engaged me … Read more
A parent’s tragedy will always influence the life of their children—often to an overwhelming degree. Writing fiction from the emotional truth of one’s past can be liberating and also confusing. How do writers use their past without being wedded to events as they happened? How do we write honestly, without spilling family secrets that … Read more