The Quivering Pen

I don’t remember this day at all. It was my 10th birthday, a decade of life, so you’d think even my young brain would have marked it as ...

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary. NOTE: Content has been a lit...

111. Three slashes, like a prisoner scratching the number of days in his prison cell; in my case, however, I was liberated by the on...

As I continue to work on my new book, a memoir whose working title is Happily , I take short, braced-for-sentimentality trips back through ...

We got married in a blizzard. December 3, 1983 was supposed to be our day, the date we had set for the wedding ceremony in my hometow...

Happy Friggin’ Birthday to me. When it’s your birthday and you’re in a war zone, the day is just another day in the year’s long trudge...

For nearly all my working life, I’ve held jobs that were not, shall we say, dedicated to the study or creation of art. And so, I constan...

(This is what happens when you Google “Thanksgiving sweatpants”) I know there is an unspoken rule that holidays are a time to maybe ...

Shutterstock I t was a perfect late May morning: the air was crisp and cool as the other side of the pillow, clouds were a garden of w...

Miss me? Wondered where I'd gone? Or perhaps you never noticed The Quivering Pen was off the airwaves for the better part of two mont...