Inspiration Stalks Us Hans read the political news obsessively. That meant Sarah did, too. “Agatha, have you seen the news about the peace treaty?” “No, Sarah,” said Agatha deadly. “Well, the Amis have proposed an international covenant that will stop…

I was in a meeting in a small room with too many people sitting around a long, wide table. All that was forgivable because we were in a brave little public television station housed in a string of ancient, single-wide…

Call it God, call it the Muse, call it whatever you want to call it, but Inspiration, meaning the intake of breath is the way we live ….. by inspiration...breathing in....gulping huge gobs of fresh air, hell, even air that…

Try as she might, Ada cannot stop. No matter how hard she tries. In spite of the warnings, the threats, her mind does not stop. Crafting verses at breakfast, singing on the bus, doodling on the margins of her meeting…

Old Devotions Sarah was a better Jew than her, Agatha knew. She knew the prayers by heart. She knew the days of devotion, the holidays. She knew when to fast and when to break the fast-- only when three stars…

Martha woke up , warm and secure under the soft layers of quilt that kept her safe from the bitter cold that was ravaging the village. She could smell the rich buttery bread her mother was baking for their breakfast,…

(Note to my partner: I'm using this site to work on my novel in progress.) Hailey Wilkinson—Crouch, now—was standing on my dad’s porch in a puffy jacket, a tinfoil-covered casserole dish in her hands. “I saw the rental, and figured…

It was Mutti who packed up Agatha’s clothes. She had been living in Berlin at Frau Bleich’s home for four years. She had many things, most threadbare from the war but some beautiful clothes that Frau Bleich or Ernst had…

Robert Redford died last week and there’s been a lot in the media about his passion for independent filmmaking. That passion changed my life because, in its early days, the Sundance Film Festival was a low profile gathering of the…