Not Home for the Holidays
It still just feels like Christmas is where Mom is. There’s no way around it.
Rebecca Tirrell Talbot has many part-time identities. She is an adjunct instructor, teaching English at Philadelphia Biblical University and technical writing at Temple University. She is a part-time technical writer (and thus, she has adopted the mantra, "technically, I should be writing") and works on her own creative writing, too.
It still just feels like Christmas is where Mom is. There’s no way around it.
Having forfeited pleasures of nature for worlds of fiction and creative nonfiction, I am here to recommend three books that are perfect to pack if you’re planning a mountain- or lake-side vacation this autumn.
Is this just another way that consumerism has seeped into me, making me think that the way my accessories sculpt my surroundings offers the best means of knowing my true self?
Each line of a poem is a mystery, a puzzle for the mind to solve. Good poems are mysteries so absorbing that only by carrying them around with me does the mystery begin to make sense.
How the GoggleWorks arts center inspires pride and hope in the city of Reading, Pennsylvania.
Girlhood, growing up, and the young heroine of True Grit.
Thanksgiving seems to be for the firmly grounded, so how does someone keep this feast if her way of life feels temporary?
Gerard Manley Hopkins’s poetic aesthetics suggest a singular place to be both creature and creator.