This is it – one of the brief pockets of time when baseball and opera overlap. “Singing and Swinging” recalls when they came together for me in New York. My essay was published this spring in Eclectica Magazine.
“A spark bird is first love, the bird that ignites a heightened interest, an out-of-the-blue fascination.”
The Bewick’s wren, my first Tosca, and A Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf were sparks that lit still-burning fires.
My flash essay “Spark” was published this spring in Midway Journal – read it here.
Onions, oranges, olives, & other observations on round food & the letter O:
Once again, food becomes the trigger for memories and the impetus for writing.
My micro-essay duo, “Comfort Food” and “Three Rs” found the perfect home at Apple in the Dark, a new online literary journal.
“What, me worry?” is the maxim of Mad Magazine mascot Alfred E. Neuman that many of us grew up with, the sentiment of blissful unconcern echoed in the 1988 song “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” In the 2015 movie Bridge of Spies, defense attorney James Donovan asks accused Russian spy Rudolf Abel why he isn’t alarmed that he might face the electric chair here or be killed upon his return to the Soviet Union. Abel responds, “Would it help?”
From my essay “Worry,” published in the tasty and nourishing Potato Soup Journal.
My tribute to my former neighbor, a remarkable woman, seems appropriate today as we observe International Women’s Day.
My tribute to this versatile word form has been published by the Norwegian journal Griffel.
The sunflower rose and bloomed, while the stadium walls came tumbling down. Both evoked memories that are woven together in “Sweetbitter,” published in Eucalyptus & Rose, and linked here.
Group therapy – it was 40 years ago, but the broad strokes are still vivid in my mind. The memories aren’t fond ones other than a longstanding friendship that began there – Nancy and I are still in touch, and our shared experience is always good for laughs.
But it’s all material, right? And now I can add to the plus side of the ledger that I wrote about it, and “Group” was published last fall in a new literary magazine, Hare’s Paw. You need to scroll down to the bottom of the Prose category and click on my name, then wait for it to scroll to the piece.
As we wait in line, he eyes the trays people carry past us, with bursting burritos, tantalizing tacos, cheesy chile rellenos and quesadillas. “This is my kind of place,” he says.
Lunch with the witty and wise life and food writer Calvin Trillin–too good to be true?
Read on! “Lunch with Calvin Trillin” was published in September in Book of Matches. Sorry the online magazine is a little hard to read, but the magnifying glass in the lower left corner will help.
Alice Lowe -- still writing 