Last Friday night after eating a mellow dinner together in the kitchen, instead of going to a local rock show like we did in our twenties, my husband and both went upstairs—I to the bedroom with my laptop to work on an essay, he to his studio to work on his new record. Forty-something party... Continue Reading →
As an undergraduate creative writing student, I spent the majority of my disposable time and income at two independent stores in Northampton, Mass: Main Street Records and Broadside Books. I regularly took the Five College bus from Hampshire College into town and jumped off at the stop across the street from both for the sole... Continue Reading →
There's something profoundly unnerving to me about reaching out to someone I don't know and asking them to talk to me. Maybe it's simple fear of the unknown. Maybe it's because I spent the last year interviewing for jobs like it was my job. When you are talking to strangers and practically begging them to... Continue Reading →
The term running head conjures odd images for me. Immediately, I think in literal terms of a cartoonish, disembodied human head with disproportionately small legs fleeing a scene. Maybe a little like Mr. Potato Head if he were really on the go, though in my mind’s eye, he is always just standing around. Running head... Continue Reading →
I came across a small jar of homemade jelly in the pantry a couple of weeks ago, the kind sealed with a silver Ball canning lid and ring, the kind grandmothers have used for "putting up" jelly, chutney, tomatoes and the like for decades. Like most, this one had a little sticker affixed to it... Continue Reading →
Anne Pinkerton 