by Peter Ferry
After the fire that burned her house to the ground … there had been some unspecified problems with the insurance and also some questions about smoke detectors: had they been operational? Had they failed? Why hadn’t they awakened the family? Or had they perhaps awakened the children? They didn’t remember. Continue reading
It’s been a while since we’ve posted our bloomers round-up, . . . [t]his month we want to . . . extend our heartfelt congratulations to those among our rolls here at Bloom who’ve been recognized and/or have recently bloomed in new and exciting ways. Continue reading
“I read somewhere that most people’s favorite teacher is a high school English teacher. That doesn’t mean that English teachers are better than other teachers. It means that rather than talk about amoebas or equations, we talk about feelings – Holden Caulfield’s, Hamlet’s, Hedda Gabler’s – and teenagers are full of feelings, so we’re right up their alley. Teaching literature is like shooting fish in a barrel and damned near solipsistic; every great book is, after all, about me.” Continue reading
by Peter Ferry
What he didn’t say was “You’re fat and I’m old,” but it was true, and somehow that was enough for them to like each other and joke a bit at least for this hour.
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by Vicraj Gill
Both “writing and mothering” and the question of privilege come up in a great conversation between Lauren Francis-Sharma . . . and Bernice McFadden about their lives as published writers of color. Continue reading
by Peter Ferry
I write on faith. I love E.L. Doctorow’s analogy that writing is like driving a car at night: you can’t see very far ahead, but you don’t have to, because by the time you get there, you’ll be able to see farther. Continue reading
by Sonya Chung
When I pause to look back (thank goodness for anniversaries to remind us) at the authors we’ve featured at Bloom this past year, I think of the inertia they all bucked, willfully and courageously. Continue reading
