Lights, Camera, ….Wait, Just Have to Tweak This a Little…..
When I was twelve, I discovered my parents’ old wind-up 8mm movie camera. I wasn’t quite the same…
History on the Hill
A long-abandoned, castle-like building, nestled in the hills just below an old railroad bed, looms over my hometown of Dansville, New York. Its vibrant red bricks stand…
Platforms
Miss K. smiled and studied the four of us: Sandra, Ben, Don and me, the fledgling writers who…
Cooking a Story
Cooking a Story I bake. Rarely. Once every year, maybe? I leave the baking and the…
“Research” isn’t really a dirty word!
Research. Ack, a chore! Right? The word conjures up images of spending precious weekends during your school years,…