I like a deadline, a goal, tally marks. Scratching an item off of a list makes it real.

Each year, as the days grow short, we remember.

What’s the point? The point is that’s my job, and I take it seriously. I’ve know how powerful writing can be because over and over, it’s changed my life.

Nan Britton is another one of history’s forgotten women, cast aside and lost between the pages of textbooks. She’s not alone; there’s Vera Nabokov, the writer’s devoted spouse and saver of Lolita; there’s Hadley Richardson, Ernest Hemingway’s first wife; and Beryl Markham, aviator and American expat who lived wildly and wondrously in Africa. Only now are these women beginning to come to light, to take their rightful place in history.

In the mirror, temporarily, I was pretty. Then: I could be (have been) a pretty mother. “It’s okay,” he says. I dab my eyes with a corner of dinner napkin. Sometimes pain occurs.

by Jaime Wood. It’s not the use of a pseudonym that’s got everyone upset, because writers do this all the time, so what exactly is in this name that is causing such an uproar?

Here was this bombastic heretic standing on a chair claiming to represent my God. Around him, a crowd was gathering.