By Marie A Bailey Caveat: Cinthia Ritchie, author of the memoir Malnourished: A Memoir of Sisterhood and Hunger, is my friend, and I read her memoir keenly aware of my affection for her. I don’t claim to be objective in my review, but, in all honesty, I don’t know that […]
My reprieve from the COVID-19 call center was only for a few days. (You can read about my stomach-churning anticipation here and actual experience here.) By Thursday, my division was being asked to ante up again. At one point, my boss wanted me to literally drop everything and high-tail it […]
Reflections on 44 hours in a call center for coronavirus information. What worked, what didn’t.
I’ve been adrift lately, casting about on some infinite ocean in a small dingy … without oars. A sense that my life is not my own, at least between 8 and 5, Monday through Friday. The child in me rants and rages, risks rocking the boat and drowning. The adult […]
Sometimes the best things in life are free … at least for this weekend! If you haven’t read Kevin Brennan’s latest novel, here’s your chance for a free copy. But only for this weekend so get snappy … and don’t forget to leave a review, the lifeblood of writers. Heads […]
I’m thrilled to have my review of Deep Creek by Pam Houston published in Brevity’s Nonfiction Blog! By Marie A Bailey The first time I saw Pam Houston was in 1991 or 1992. I was a graduate student in English at Florida State University. The university was hosting a creative […]
Picking up trash started as a hobby, as just another way to enjoy the outdoors while doing something for the environment. It’s quickly turning into an obsession. “I see trash. Trash is everywhere.”
I have a favorite pond near where I work. It’s small, roughly a half mile in diameter and shaped like a stretched-out kidney. It often plays host to dozens of pond sliders (turtles), minnow-like fish, and large birds such as blue herons and egrets. The pond sits across the intersection, […]
I don’t know what I want. I can’t return to the past, even if Ted’s house was still standing, its original architecture intact. This city–Tallahassee–nor the state itself has opened my heart like a tin can.