Lisa Geichman Prosek

During the last six months, I’ve been feeling more overwhelmed and unnerved by the blank page than usual. When I have written, I’ve spent much more time thinking about how the work fails than how it succeeds. I’ve found it far easier to totally avoid writing than to do it, even though writing stands as […]

Every morning after Romey, my fourteen-year-old toy poodle, has been pottied, fed, watered, medicated, and loved on, he and I go into the office and take our normal places on the loveseat. I set to work while Romey pretends to doze off. He gives me ten minutes to get fully involved in reading or writing. […]

My mother and I disagreed about everything. Religion. Politics. Women’s roles. Parenting. Fashion. Even cornbread. We spoke on the phone barely once a month and saw each other even more infrequently. Holidays, that was about it. Somehow, we stiffened our spines and got through them. Still, on July 3, 2008, when Dad told me Mom […]