Elizabeth Ames Staudt
Wishes and Whips
What is wrong with books? What is wrong with me that I so love reading about what’s wrong with the stuff I love? When I see links cropping up on the various lit-blogs I frequent (Google Reader remains my preferred…
Dog-eared De-dreamification
As I’m writing this, my partner is reading in a chair nearby and underlining with such ferocity that it sounds more like he’s coloring entire pages black rather than marking single sentences or key passages. How do you even recognize…
Midwest Wins!
Midwesterners! I know it’s against your unofficial code of conduct to brag, but you are the winners! With the anointing of Jonathan Franzen as King of the Authors, you should finally feel more than confident going up against your California…
The Kids Are All Bright
A favorite teacher of mine tipped me early on that there would be people who would tell you never to write about childhood, especially not from the perspective of a child. She shared a story about how one of her…
Writing Would Be Perfect if I Lived in that Catalog*
It’s lovely to look at other people’s bookshelves and desks; I could do it all day. I also love any article where writers describe their work habits, or their favorite tools, or where the contents of somebody’s handbag are dumped…
