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It’s a New Year!

Welcome to 2026! I’m not asking for amazing things for the year; I’d just like it to be gentle with me.

2025 was difficult, although I did have some writing successes in journals, have been working with the small press, ELJ Editions, that will be publishing my flash memoir, and had my manuscript inspired by painter Remedios Varo accepted by Shanti Arts.

*Scrap: Salvaging a Family, a hybrid flash memoir, will be out March 20, 2026

*Hunting the Cosmos, flash fiction and poetry for Remedios Varo, will be out fall 2026

I should have a cover reveal soon for Scrap. Can’t wait to share it with you!!!

The problem with the new year, though, is it springs from the old and all the unresolved issues of 2025 will go on in 2026. My mother’s dementia is one of those things. Taking over her affairs is very stressful and time-consuming, but worse is the dilemmas of communication with my mother. I can still have good conversations with her if I ignore the little idiosyncracies (the “critters” that have taken up residence in her apartment, but can only be seen by her), hearing about her going to a service two hours early and waiting for others to show up, etc.

Both Perry and Meesker have serious health issues. As you may remember, Perry was diagnosed with issues two years ago, but I don’t like to talk about it. All I can say is I am constantly feeding sick cats who need food all day long and cleaning up diarrhea, pee outside the box, and dramatically hurled vomit. And Lily still hates Sloopy Anne. Last night she threw herself violently against the gate we have up to keep them apart, trying to get to Sloops.

2025 was productive for me for writing, up to a point. I haven’t written anything for weeks now. Between grandbaby duty, my mom’s stuff, and these cats (on top of regular work and business), I’ve been too busy and very tired.

I read some good mystery series this year, though, as that’s a good way for me to unwind. Actually, I read far more than I usually do, but then I did have hip replacement surgery in May, so mysteries helped out a lot when I was suffering before the surgery and then during the recovery. Here are the series: Yorkshire Murder Mysteries by J.R. Ellis; Dark Yorkshire, Misty Isle, and Hidden Norfolk by J.M. Dalgliesh; Rev. Clare Fergusson and Russ Van Alstyne Mysteries by Julia Spencer-Fleming; Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James Mysteries by Deborah Crombie; China Thrillers, Lewis Trilogy, and Enzo Macleod by Peter May; DCI Craig Gillard Mysteries by Nick Louth. (To give you a clue, I am a fan of Louise Penny, Ann Cleeves, and Elly Griffiths, and the series I’ve listed here are more like the Griffiths and possibly the Cleeves than the Penny books. The Spencer-Fleming series is a lot like the Elly Griffiths’ Ruth Galloway books, notably because of the hot love affair in the middle of the mysteries.

In addition, I read some wonderful stand-alone novels and poetry collections. I reviewed just a few of them for this blog. If I reviewed your book in 2025 and didn’t list it, please let me know!

POETRY

Review of Robert Okaji’s Our Loveliest Bruises

A Gorgeous Collection Combining Genres of Poetry, Genealogy, and History

Review of Merril D. Smith’s HELD INSIDE THE FOLDS OF TIME

FICTION

Book Tour Stop: Book Review of Deborah Brasket’s When Things Go Missing

Elizabeth Gauffreau’s Masterful New Novel, A Review

Christmas Magic

Just got a call from my son. He miscalculated the days this week and asked if I could watch Hudson again tomorrow. Sure! (Good thing I fell asleep on New Year’s Eve at 8PM). The other night the Gardener put together a tricycle for Hudson. He’s almost two, and his feet barely reach the pedals, but we can work on learning to pedal a bike again tomorrow. 🙂

Let’s work on making 2026 a tender, playful, happy year! If we all puts our heads and hearts together .  . . .

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Those Elusive Smells

Now that the days are not as hot in Phoenix–more like 85 than 105–I started up my daily walks again. I had to stop when my hip got so bad, but now that I’ve had the replacement there is nothing stopping me. I love the smells outside, although the last two days there has been an unfamiliar funky odor (possibly bobcat pee) in the air, as well as the usual perfume of flowers, grass, leaves, and sun-kissed concrete.

 

The intensely blue sky during my walk

Not being able to “show” you the smells annoys me. I can take photos and write words and even post audio if I want to. But I can’t post scent. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy adding olfactory descriptions in my writing; however, sometimes I’d just like to share how something actually smells. Or smell something my nose can’t reach.

This brings me to what I was thinking when I woke up yesterday. I’ve always loved history and as a kid used to wonder what it would be like to have lived in a different time period. Or to visit, even invisibly. Choose a time period. How about 1515 CE? What would it have stank like? I think even if I arrived in my time shuttle inside a palace that I would be gasping for air. I’d be holding an entire bottle of Gris Dior up to my face. I’d have to keep a little puke bag handy. I’m sure I’d be begging to come back to the present time. And that’s with palace peeps, not inside the hut of a poor person.

Yes, this is the kind of thing I think when I wake up in the morning. Maybe because I’m not writing every day. If I do write daily, then I’m apt to think of a story or poem while I’m still in bed. But I have finished my Remedios Varo-inspired ekphrastic chapbook. Gosh, I hope I can find a publisher for it. It’s hybrid, being both fiction and poetry, so that makes it harder to find publishers to submit to.

And, in other news, my hybrid flash memoir, Scrap: Salvaging a Family, should be available from ELJ Editions in March! Watch for cover reveal and so on in the future. If you are a blogger and would like to participate in a blog tour this spring, send me an email at luanne[dot]castle[at]gmail[dot]com. You can post a review or I can write a companion post to my book for your blog. I can get you a pdf. Here’s a link to publisher’s page: ELJ Editions forthcoming.

On the cat front, it’s been all puke/pee/poo/puke/pee/poo. If you plan to have multiple cats, try to space out their ages a bit so you don’t end up with all seniors at the same time. (just kidding, sort of)

In less than a week my grandson will be 21 months old! I can hardly believe it. He’s such a delight. He went on vacation to the beach and loved every moment.

 

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Introducing Kathi Crawford and CONSIDER THE LIGHT

I’m introducing a new poetry-slash-flash nonfiction book by a debut writer, Kathi Crawford. I had the honor of writing a blurb for the back of the book.

Kathi Crawford’s debut chapbook Consider the Light, hybrid memoir in poetry and flash, shines a beam into the liminal spaces of a woman’s life. The collection examines transition periods and disruptions as Crawford recreates herself and her future at each of these junctions. As the child of working-class parents, she muses, “I need to save my family,” but as she grows older and must deal with her own problems, she takes what she can learn from others, such as self-discipline from her beloved Nanna, while forging a fierce independence. Crawford’s distinctive voice and story take the reader on a unique journey while offering whispers of familiarity to many who have faced similar hurtles. You won’t want to miss this engaging new voice.

Here’s the Amazon link. What a gorgeous cover, am I right? CONSIDER THE LIGHT – AMAZON

The cover artist is Brooke Summers-Perry. Here’s her Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/brookesp_studio/

I think you will really enjoy this one, even if you tend not to read poetry. Here’s the book description:

consider the light is a hybrid memoir in poetry and flash nonfiction that traces one woman’s journey from her 1960s Rustbelt upbringing to a life of creative and professional fulfillment in Texas. Born into a working-class family shaped by grit and sacrifice, Kathi Crawford navigates decades of transformation-personal, cultural, and emotional-while forging her own path toward career success and lasting love.

Through moments of grief, reinvention, and unexpected grace, this collection illuminates the resilience required to see the best in each situation and in each other. With language that is spare, evocative, and deeply felt, Crawford invites readers to reflect on what it means to belong, to endure, and to choose light even when the shadows linger.

This debut book speaks to anyone who has wrestled with identity, loss, or longing-and found, in the struggle, a deeper kind of beauty. It’s a testament to the power of memory, the strength of women’s voices, and the healing potential of story. A compelling read for fans of women’s memoirs, personal transformation, and poetry about grief, hope, and resilience.

And you can read a little about Kathi here:

With a career spanning decades in organizational development, Kathi Crawford founded People Possibilities, LLC in 2008. She is an IAC-certified master coach who has worked with hundreds of clients one-on-one through leadership, career, and life transitions.

Alongside her business career, Kathi actively writes poetry and flash creative nonfiction. Her work has been featured online and in print in a variety of literary journals. Her chapbook, consider the light, is available from Finishing Line Press. This mini-memoir invites readers to embrace their flaws, honor resilience, and cultivate empathy for themselves and others, offering yet another avenue for Kathi to foster understanding and connection.

You can find Kathi on Instagram or LinkedIn @kathicrawford and subscribe to her blog @ kathicrawford dot com.

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Judy Kronenfeld on her Memoir _Apartness_ and Her Identity as a Scholar Poet, Part 1

Today I am introducing poet and writer Judy Kronenfeld. Although we didn’t know each other at the time, Judy and I were at the University of California, Riverside, at the same time–Judy taught there when I was a grad student.

Here is a beautiful poem Judy published in Sheila-Na-Gig, “Blue Corduroy Baseball Cap.”

Judy Kronenfeld

Judy has recently published a wonderful memoir comprised of prose and poetry called Apartness. Here is the book description:

Through a collection of honest yet often humorous essays and complementary poems, Apartness: A Memoir in Essays and Poems grapples with the feeling of unbelonging as a first-generation Jewish-American woman from an immigrant family in a primarily Protestant nation. Kronenfeld illuminates a sense of divide between herself and the world around her with graceful vulnerability and truthful ambivalence as she reckons with religion, social class, and aging.

Apartness is for anyone who has ever felt left out or struggled to find home.

My addition to the above description is that I think it’s a book for everyone.

My interview of Judy is in two parts. Today I am posting part 1 and next Monday I will post part 2 and will link back to this post. My questions are in italics; Judy’s responses are in Roman type. Here is part 1, which consists of two questions and answers:

1: Judy, you are a scholar and a poet/writer, two identities that have often warred with each other. When I was graduating with my PhD a fellow graduate student who knew I wanted to return to poetry told me that Sharon Olds said she was going to forget everything she learned (in grad school) so she could write poetry. The reference I found to a similar quote by Olds is from the Writers Almanac: “So what I said was something like: ‘Give me my own poems and I’ll give up everything that I’ve learned.’” https://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php%3Fdate=2011%252F11%252F19.html  Her point was that she had learned the impersonal New Critical way of reading poetry (aka literature) and wanted to write intimate poetry fresh from personal experience, in other words autobiographical. As you know and write about in your book, New Criticism doesn’t allow the reader to take the writer’s own life into consideration. And this mentality permeated the landscape throughout the 40s, 50s, and 60s when poets like Sylvia Plath began to take it apart. You were steeped in New Criticism, yet you wanted to write poems based on your own emotions and experience. How did you weave those two aspects of yourself—creative and scholar–into one? Or did you have to keep them separate and if so do you feel as if you have two minds?

 

JK: For much, but far from all of my adult life, I have been involved with producing either scholarship or creative work—most often poetry, but also creative nonfiction and some short fiction. But I have also taught literature and criticism while trying to write creatively, or done scholarly research and writing, while teaching creative writing! Talk about liminality! And yes, it certainly can feel as if one is participating in divided and distinguished worlds. Yet that liminality may also foster “a disinclination to work within institutionalized frameworks of thought,” as I say in the preface to my critical and historical book on King Lear.

 I’ve tended to be something of a muckraker in response to the limitations of various academic approaches to literature. I was shocked at the almost religious “New Critical” shunning of historical and social context in my first English seminar (on the English novel) as an undergraduate, for example, and hoped to correct it in my own critical work. And I was skeptical (in a way that ultimately led to some of the understandings that underpin my book King Lear and the Naked Truth) of the simplistic “old historical” paradigm used as a heuristic for examining 17th century literature by one of my English professors in graduate school. He put “Anglicans” in one box labeled something like “appropriately or decently dressed” and “Puritans” in another labeled “the naked truth.” And this governing polarity was expected to illuminate content and form in a great deal of literature. My lucky New Critically close reading of Saussure in a seminar on Structuralism (taught by my anthropologist husband in 1972) gave me an understanding of contrast and reference in language that illuminated such matters as Reformation controversy on the appropriate “clothing” or “dress” in church services. “In short,” to quote my book, “the Reformation controversialists . . . all claim . . . to be as clothed and naked as they ought to be. . . . [S]hared contrasts and abstractions concerning appropriate and inappropriate uses of clothing permit controversialists to ‘talk the same language,’ even though they may not mean the same things at all” (p.67). Their specific referents for their abstract terms are what one needs to look at. What is an example of “comely” or “decent” clothing in the church? What is not?

To try to summarize a crucial point of my very long and rather complex book of criticism here is a bit insane. But it serves to illustrate, perhaps, that my desire to deeply understand the history, culture, and language in and surrounding literature I love has been important for me, even if I have not written on early modern literature since my book on Lear was published in 1998 (with the exception of a handful of book reviews from 1998 to 2001). So much of my self was deeply invested in criticism; I had to “say goodbye” to it in an emotionally and intellectually meaningful and public way by pushing myself to complete this very comprehensive critical book which makes use of everything I knew and learned about language and the religious culture of Shakespeare’s time. And I must say, to read any part of it again, after many years teaching creative writing until my retirement, and even more years writing poetry, is to acquaint myself with a mind reclaimable but somewhat foreign.

New Criticism, especially when I was an undergraduate, seemed to enshrine a view of creative writing as accomplished quite coolly and impersonally, perhaps best by a social elite, and not by ethnic minorities, or, indeed, very much by women. Yet the secular and religious poetry of John Donne and the religious poetry of George Herbert, for example, were passionate! And New Critical pedagogy also encouraged the student to give herself to such poetry, to live with its sounds and rhythms, to take such poems into herself. At the same time, this Jewish girl had to process such poems intellectually, which meant understanding enough of Christian theology to grasp the speaker’s emotions in a way fully related to his words. I was moved (even if not converted), perhaps because the course I took in the Metaphysicals as an undergraduate allowed me to concentrate fully and thoroughly on lyric poetry of a particular historical moment, for the first time. I was in love with lyric poetry and also with the leap across time involved in understanding it.

This experience of slow emotional processing of poems, combined with analytical and intellectual understanding, deposited the poems in my mind and heart in a lasting way, I found. Something I had deeply felt and analytically absorbed, for example, the sound of a line like “Oh! of thine only worthy blood”—in Donne’s sonnet “If poisonous minerals, and if that tree”—whose rhythm and wailing long o’s contrast with the sound of immediately preceding lines, could subliminally affect something unrelated I was writing years later. I think it’s important for those who want to write poetry to have this combined experience of emotional and intellectual understanding of poems when they begin to study. It was an experience that affected my own teaching of creative writing. I think analysis deposits the words read along with the emotional reaction one has to them in the writer’s mind in a more lasting way than emotional reaction alone.

 

2: Your essays—and I hate to call them essays because that word has always conjured up the boring genre of literature I didn’t want to read in grad school. Give me poetry, give me novels, or for teaching even give me drama so the class can read aloud. At the time, there was nothing called creative nonfiction, so everything else was called an essay. And I notice you call your pieces essays, but they are exciting and filled with fascinating cultural and historical details, emotional resonance, and an ability to straddle both a perceived mainstream American culture and your own ethnic upbringing that creates a tone of loving humor. Each essay on its own is a wonderful “article” that feels so satisfying to this reader. Taken together, they create an autobiographical feel as they are the archival creation of a life. Have you been writing essays as long as you have poetry? How do you know when a particular image or memory will work best in a poem or an essay? Did writing scholarly essays help you in writing creative essays such as those in the book?

JK: I haven’t been writing personal essays/creative nonfiction as long, or as frequently as I’ve written poetry. But I have kept private diaries or journals intermittently since adolescence and have quite a collection of these. In the last decade or so, I have slacked off. There were never obligatory daily entries (even weekly or monthly ones). I wrote when I needed to describe a new environment, or record a complex, disturbing or confusing experience, or indulge in a fantasy, or release anger or distress—really for any reason involving some sort of burden of emotion and/or thought relieved by the loops and glide of a pen in the hand. It wasn’t until the complex experience recounted in “Death and Belief” that I tried to deal in a public voice with a multi-layered experience that, as it turned out, shined a light on some central conundrums of my life. Once I had done this, it became possible to do it again. Writing scholarly essays was really different from writing these personal memoir essays. One has many sources to organize and credit, an argument to construct that relates to current critical paradigms, i.e. speaks in the current critical language of the academic institution of “English,” so it can be understood by academicians, yet provides something new as well. The task of organizing is definitely labor-intensive. In contrast, writing the essays that comprise Apartness (which I did not originally write with the idea of combining them into a book) was in many ways more spontaneous, indeed, easier (although that definitely does not mean that I did not revise!). I had written stories and published a number of them before I began writing these memoir essays which can share narrative arcs, characters, and dialogue, with fiction. However, the experience of learning to organize a lot of material is always a useful one, whether for the critical or the personal essay, though the materials are different.

Memory has long been an essential aspect of my poetry, perhaps because I returned to writing poetry, and first dedicated myself to the process in early middle age, when I was already able to look back on so much life. I don’t think there’s anything intrinsic to a particular image or memory that makes it work better in a poem or an essay. But essays are, of course, usually more discursive, so there has to be enough meat to the memory and the experience to sustain longer, perhaps more multi-faceted consideration. Both essays and poems have elements of showing, rather than telling, but a poem’s approach to a memory may be more glancing—even if only because it contains fewer words. A few of the shorter pieces included in Apartness, like “Blue Bowl of Sky,” are probably more like what has sometimes been called “lyric essay.” And the line between that and “prose poem” (“Resident Dead,” for example, was originally published in a collection of prose poems) might be pretty fuzzy.

Watch for part 2 on Monday!

 

Author bio:

Judy Kronenfeld’s six full-length books of poetry include If Only There Were Stations of the Air (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions, 2024), Groaning and Singing (FutureCycle, 2022), Bird Flying through the Banquet (FutureCycle, 2017), Shimmer (WordTech, 2012), and Light Lowering in Diminished Sevenths, 2nd edition (Antrim House, 2012)—winner of the 2007 Litchfield Review Poetry Book Prize. Her third chapbook, Oh Memory, You Unlocked Cabinet of Amazements! was released by Bamboo Dart Press in June, 2024. Her poems have been published by such journals as Cider Press Review, DMQ Review, Gyroscope Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, New Ohio Review, Offcourse, One (Jacar Press), One Art, Rattle, Sheila-Na-Gig, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and Verdad, and four dozen of them have appeared in anthologies. She is a four-time Pushcart Prize nominee, and has also been nominated for Best of the Net. Judy has also published criticism, including King Lear and the Naked Truth (Duke, 1998), short stories, and creative nonfiction.  Apartness: A Memoir in Essays and Poems, was published by Inlandia Books in February, 2025.

 

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A Gorgeous Collection Combining Genres of Poetry, Genealogy, and History

I am guessing that Meadowlark Songs: A Motherline Legacy feels like one of the children of the author Joy Neal Kidney. Writers often feel that way about their creations. If so, I am hoping I can call myself one of the book’s many grandparents. My chapbook Kin Types, a collection of poems and flash prose, reinvented the lives of my female ancestors. Kidney mentions my book as one of her favorite resources, which tickles me more than I can tell you—because the genre seems fresh and new and so dear to my heart. And now I see it reimagined by Kidney who has created a gorgeous, well-researched, and organized delve into the lives of the women of her family who came before her.

Meadowlark Songs is primarily a poetry collection illustrated with family photographs and supplemented with informative prose. Each “mother” before Kidney has her own section, as part of the “motherline.” The cover design by Nelly Murariu beautifully captures the feel of the book.

The ancestors in the book began their lives on the east coast of the United States, but gradually moved farther inland, as far as Nebraska but the family put down deep roots in Iowa. The women’s lives come to life in Kidney’s poetry. These women are strong, resolute, and inspired by their Christian faith.

Family stories and legends are also captured in the poetry. For instance, in “Startled by Santee Sioux,” we read how Laura Goff, Kidney’s great grandmother, was a Nebraska pioneer when a couple of Santee Sioux men walked into her home. She negotiated a trade for dress goods by bartering her chickens to the men. The book is full of fascinating anecdotes such as this.

Probably my favorite part of the book is the last section, about the author herself, “The Memory Keeper,”—and her passion for creating a lasting storyline of her family through this book, as well as her previous books. We read about what formative experiences she had, and how her faith has been her guidance through it all.

I’ve cried and laughed reading Kidney’s other books, but I felt even closer to this book as she connected with the women who made her who she is today. Such a powerful experience for any woman.

You can connect with the author here: https://joynealkidney.com/

Click on the book image above to purchase through Amazon.

Joy Neal Kidney is the oldest granddaughter of Leora Wilson and author of four “Leora books.” She lives in central Iowa with her husband, Guy (an Air Force Veteran of the Vietnam War and retired Air Traffic Controller). Their son and his wife live out-of-state with a daughter named Kate.

A graduate of the University of Northern Iowa, Joy has lived with fibromyalgia for two dozen years, giving her plenty of home-bound days to write blog posts and books.

 

 

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Five Things You Never Knew About Me

I started writing this blog over 12 years ago. Some of you might remember me back then. But the blog has new readers and even with 12 years I think there are things I’ve never talked about. So here are FIVE THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW ABOUT ME.

  1. When I was ten, my brownies won a blue ribbon at the county fair.

  2. I’m not that great at sports, but I used to love water skiing and cross-country skiing.

  3. I don’t drink coffee, and that seems to be a genetic anomaly because my aunt and my uncle are the same.

  4. When my kids were young, I got them to clean the kitchen floor by letting them slide across the floor with a bucket and rags.

  5. My favorite movie is Babe. My second favorite is Beetlejuice (the original one). #3 is Sitting Pretty (1948). #4 is Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House (1948). I love the Batman movies. Lots of Bs there!

Seriously, if you’ve never seen those two 1948 movies you are really missing some hysterical comedy.

Tag, you’re it. What are five things I don’t know about you?

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Missing My Cats

If you’ve been reading this blog for some time you may remember the year of cat rainbow heaven (2021). In July of that year, my daughter’s cat Isabella Rose passed.  We had a close relationship because we used to babysit her at our house a lot. Perry loved to watch over her, so we called him the babysitter. When Izzie suffered a sudden and never diagnosed illness and was failing, my daughter asked me to come to the emergency vet so I could say goodbye. When I got there, the on-call vet pressured us to let him euthanize her before she coded. They never told us what was wrong. We all–but especially my daughter–still miss her a lot.

A month later we lost our sweet sweet boy Felix.

A month after that my heart completely broke with the loss of the amazing love (and nurse to all who are sick–human, cat, dog), Pear Blossom.

Pear Blossom

What a difficult year. But what followed was a worse year. Heart-rending family troubles, and the loss of Tiger Queen Princess Mimi. I wrote a hybrid poem/story/journal that is mostly nonfiction (some time elements were shifted, etc.). You could call it hybrid nonfiction/fiction. Founder and Editor of the new journal Feed the Holy, Barbara Harris Leonhard has published this piece today. I hope you cry a little, but then can smile.

https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/2025/01/journal-from-year-after-several-of-my.html?fbclid=IwY2xjawH19mdleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHS2KrLj8JUWfD6FmONxP1g60hnuILFReTWuxPMg9acU9U853ncR4UKxfuQ_aem_m7QeVSF3ab1C2nV4sZbXcw

Tiger on the piano

If you’re still reading you can also find three of my collages at the journal Thimble. Yay!!! You can find them all at this link. Let me know which one you like best if you have time to check them out!

https://www.thimblelitmag.com/author/lcastle/

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Sixteen Years and Done

I had some really exciting news recently. Some of you might know that I started writing a memoir about my father (my story, how it relates to him) in 2008. Some of you might be sick of hearing about this mythical project haha. It took many many shapes over the years, but I ended up with a hybrid form of memoir-in-flash called Scrap: Salvaging a Family. I wrote at least 400,000 words over the past sixteen years, although the final manuscript has about 10% of that amount.

My book is finally being published by ELJ Editions in 2026. So grateful to ELJ and editor Ariana D. Den Bleyker and to the many readers who have lent their skills to help shape this story. It really is worth it to just keep on keeping on, in case you needed to hear that today.

 

Coincidentally, yesterday the stunning journal Your Impossible Voice published a new flash story by me—thanks to Managing Editor Keith J. Powell—inspired by my father.

https://www.yourimpossiblevoice.com/when-you-were-still-too-young-for-school/

This story is a sort of introduction to my memoir.

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I have had some publications I forgot to share here, including two collages by Raw Lit.

https://rawlit.weebly.com/5_5.html

https://rawlit.weebly.com/5_7.html

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Mama Isn’t Always Right: 2-minute podcast

Gosh, it’s been a month or more since I’ve posted on here. That’s because it’s now been five months that I have been taking care of the baby like a full-time daycare :). I am dropping down to part-time in a week (also :)) because he’s getting heavy for me, and I need to catch up on stuff.

Before I’m back to blogging regularly, I thought you might enjoy hearing me read a two-minute flash memoir story on Guerrilla Podcast. There are two other writers reading as well, Ethan Goffman and John Stanizzi. My story is in between theirs. Hope you like them all!

https://thesongis.blogspot.com/2024/07/podcasts-bite-sized-nutrition-for-mind.html

In case you’re in doubt of where to go, once you click the link you should see this view (my screen shot). The podcast is right below the titles of the stories and the author names.

The image is from a later era than my story, but it’s the same park as in the story. About ten years after the events of this story occurred, Kalamazoo was hit with a tornado that took out a lot of the gorgeous old trees that had been there in Lincoln’s day. Since this photo was taken at a date after the tornado, you can’t see how thick the trees were “back in my day.”

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Three Stories in MacQueen’s Quinterly

What a lovely surprise this morning. The fabulous EIC of MacQueen’s Quinterly, Clare MacQueen, has published three of my stories in the new journal issue. This is one of my favorite lit mags because Clare has a very eclectic taste, so the magazine offers so much variety, including funny stories and syllabic poetry.

Here are links to my stories:

Very micro humor story: http://www.macqueensquinterly.com/MacQ23/Castle-New-One.aspx

Surreal flash story: http://www.macqueensquinterly.com/MacQ23/Castle-Mountain-Painting.aspx

Creative nonfiction/memoir childhood story: http://www.macqueensquinterly.com/MacQ23/Castle-Haunted-Childhood.aspx

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