I am not a niche writer. I publish with some regularity for The Writing Cooperative, and for Middle-Pause. Also for P.S. I Love You, The Faculty, and others. Many pieces are about caregiving and ALS, about family relationships, teaching... I’ll set up themes below, and collected titles — not all — but ones you may have missed. Browse and enjoy. I appreciate your readership. You might even want to check out my books.
Literary agents are like boyfriends: you shouldn’t marry the first one who comes along. Finding an agent to handle your work is too much like finding The One, and so much more difficult to divorce.
You need to keep a cool and calculating head, think about your needs, read fine print, and make Decisions.
Ironically, you need to have all the acumen that you are seeking in the agent; the role you want for them in your career, is exactly what you need to be in the instant of finding and signing. …
In sickness and in health
What does that mean? It wasn’t something I was thinking about, that hot August day in our backyard under the pear tree. I wore a green wedding dress that I’d discovered in an antique store, a week after telling my mother that green was the original color of wedding dresses before the advent of Queen Victoria. Fertility as opposed to purity.
The original wearer of the gown I bought was married in 1917, and my history-major-heart beat a little faster at that; I thought one had to be very brave to get married in the…
In 2016, I applied for a position in my writing program, after years of contract work, and the post went to a younger woman, with less experience. That was a wake-up call, and I could feel the shift; I’d entered a new time. A time of pending crone.
I made the decision to relieve myself of the burden of ever applying for an academic position again. My focus moved on to writing and enjoying life.
But in the last while — months now — there is something disturbing at play. I cannot place a finger directly on it, but perhaps…
This past summer, this was the one way I heard live music: in the park, and on the beach, with a jazz standards group. Bring a blanket and bottle, enjoy the setting sun, the warmth on my back. Listening to tunes that have sustained for decades.
The idea of tithing is even older: take 10% of whatever we earn, and give it to something or someone we believe in. It used to be about the church. But let’s focus on the What you believe in piece. Or What sustains you.
I know I cannot live without music and literature, dance…
Ask any one of my three sons, and in minutes they’ll come up with multiple tales of Mom-getting-lost: the time I drove right by the ice arena (and did it a second time, too); the time I took the left when I should have known to take the right. But hey, it was dark. And sometimes I forget that left is right and right is left. Being left-handed and all…
How many times did we show up at the out-of-town ice arena late or too close to being late? Which is okay… unless you’re the mother of the goalie.
It’s that time of year again. Along with final papers and exams and overdue library books, there are email notifications to fill in teaching and course evaluations…blah,blah, blah.
Delete. Too busy.
Writing a teaching and course evaluation for a contract teacher is important. Maybe not for you. But for the teacher it can be the difference between having a job and not having a job in the coming year. There may also be such pieces as “merit” funds on the line, or promotion, or even some bit of job security… such as it is, in contract work.
In Canada, more…
The swear jar: a receptacle in which to place a coin for each “penalty” of uttering a curse word or profanity.
After teaching “Writing for children and young people” in an MFA program for more than a dozen years, and this question arises with every term… here are some thoughts.
Every language has its group of words, usually with a focus on whatever is taboo in the culture. …
Tithing is the practice of taking one-tenth of our earnings and “giving back.” I grew up knowing that my father did this with every pay-check, and I’ve written about this before and given the idea my own spin.
This particular project for 2021 was kicked off with this piece, prompted by what we have witnessed happening all around with the arts through this COVID time.
This is becoming a question for me, beyond the giving, and I suspect I’ll be exploring it for the rest of the year. Let’s look at my list first.
February was the second month that…
After eighteen years of raising three boys in a spacious rambly 2600 square foot suburban home, with a large yard and plenty of storage space, I bought an 1100 square foot half duplex in the city and prepared to move.
I bought on May 25, sold on June 12, moved on September 1. That gave me three months to get rid of Stuff — as defined by George Carlin. I didn’t want to put it in storage (really? PAY to have Stuff in boxes?)
The stuff went in layers, and by the time I was down to the last two…
Alison Acheson’s latest books: memoir of caregiving, Dance Me to the End: Ten Months and Ten Days With ALS; picturebook, A Little House in a Big Place.