• Friday's Poet

    Autumn Alliteration

    Today’s poem comes to us from Luke Nelson, our first Friday’s Poet contributor. Luke is 17 years old and living in Visalia, California, where he attends University Preparatory High School. He loves writing poetry and short stories when he gets the opportunity, especially for the school magazine. Autumn Alliteration Falling Floating Fluttering Drifting drowsily down Swooping Spinning Stopping The leaf lands lightly on the ground Treading Tromping Trekking Striding swiftly straight Plodding Prancing Parading The deer with his graceful gait Whispering Whining Winding Chilling cowardly cold Blustering Breathing Blowing Noses being nipped and trolled Thank you for reading this poem—and give it an out-loud read it if you haven’t already. It’s…

  • Essays

    They Still Need Us

    We were inside the house, my twenty-two month old son and me, and he seemed happy. We’d traveled all the previous day to get to Walla Walla, Washington for my sister’s graduation from university and both of us were ready for bed. Then, from far off, a rooster crowed. My son instantly started to cry. A terrified, gasping cry that would not be calmed. This had been happening all day: each time the rooster crowed, Abel wept. I cursed the rooster, but even then I knew it wasn’t its fault Abel was terrorized. It was mine. Upon arriving in Walla Walla the evening before, I had handed my son off…

  • Uncategorized

    Why We Should All Let Our Characters Fail: Lessons from THIS IS US

    I don’t know about you, but I’m the worst at tolerating life’s in-betweens. The last week before I had my baby? Torturous, made worse by an ear infection and fears about the baby’s wellbeing. The last week before getting married, moving to Oklahoma, and then moving to Alaska—they’re all the same story. I am an impatient person and in-betweens torture me. This last month, I was in such an in-between. Along with the rest of my immediate family, I was waiting to move into our brand-new house. The closing date kept moving just out of reach, and there came a point when I couldn’t organize or get rid of any…

  • Essays

    A Tale of Two Moose

    A Few Days Ago… My son and I had just finished our daily mile run, he in his stroller and I huffing and puffing behind it. We still had to walk all the way back home, but first we would stop and rest and say hello to our favorite horse. We were past the corner of Idle Drive and Tranquility Lane, where this lovely old horse lives in a pasture, Pioneer Peak as a backdrop. My son loves this horse. I love this horse. We hadn’t seen him all winter and it felt like we were greeting an old friend. We squealed and talked to him while he munched hay…

  • The Writing Life

    A Writer’s Life Revealed: Dianne Matich

    This is the fifth post in the series A Writer’s Life Revealed, where authors and writers share insights into their writing lives. Last week Kathryn Benson shared her tips for weathering tough times as a writer. Today, Dianne Matich, our fifth contributor, joins us on Blogging Story! Dianne Matich and The Writer’s Life Dianne is represented by Rachel Letofsky of the CookeMcDermid Agency in Toronto. You can find her at diannematich.com. What is Your Writing Routine? My writing routine is weaved among the ups and downs of my autoimmune disease. On the good days, I am at my desk typing away, sipping hot tea if it’s morning, sometimes hot cocoa if I…