The School Of Difficult Writing

the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
A child has an innate sense of fairness as early as – get this – nineteen months. I remember a family my parents rented a house to, and they had a little boy who was younger than me by a year or so. I was


Did you have a favorite aunt growing up? Aunt Marie, the wife of one of my Dad’s younger brothers was like a second mother to me and brother and we called her Aunt “Ree.” She lived about two miles down the road from our house


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
We have spent the last four days preparing for hurricane Florence and we’ve done all we can.  The forecast has been all over the place, which makes decision making hard. I canceled my SIBA trip, and while I know I made the right choice, I’m


Recently at a book event I was asked (and it’s not the first time) if there is some part of me in each of the main characters I write about.  Yes, I think this is the case for all writers.  Maybe this is a bit


I don’t remember much about the heat, or the storms we used to have when I was growing up.  Well, there was one incident when my brother and I were picking blackberries from a patch close to our house, and an unexpected clap of thunder


When I was going to school, the end of the year would send me daydreaming about the freedom of summer vacation coming up. I have to be honest, I was a mediocre student, only going to school and getting through the days because it was


One definition of intuition says this, “a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning.” I’ve been a runner for a long time. Thirty years actually, which means lots of time pounding the pavement in different places depending on


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
THE FORGIVING KIND is set in 1955, when the United States was settling into a post-war era, and consumers were starting to spend money. While researching for the story, I read “consumerism took off.” I suppose after The Great Depression, two world wars, and the


When I was doing the event hosted by Main Street Books the other day, a reader told me how one small bit of incorrect information in a story she’d read some time ago had really bothered her. (not in one of my books – phew!) It


I’ve had various incidents in my life that can’t be explained. On a trip to Maine one summer, my family was traveling along the Massachusetts Turnpike when all of us distinctly heard a voice say, “Pull over.” It filled the car – I can still


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