Mr. Chattam was my third-grade math and homeroom teacher—an ex-military captain with a precisely trimmed marine cut and crisply pressed shirts. I was terrified of him, yet I lived for his class, … [Read more...]
When the World Feels Like It’s on Fire, Write Anyway
There’s something in the air these days - something hazy and unsettled, the way smoke lingers after a distant fire. And it’s affecting how most of the people I work with approach their writing. They … [Read more...]
The Hudson Hypothesis: The Cat and Mouse Game for Your Attention
There have been days I catch myself saying to no one: "I just need some peace and quiet so I can think." The to-do list to be prioritized and the demands to be met with a nervous system dial turned up … [Read more...]
