Content, writing, and gates

There’s writing and then there’s content.

It’s an unfortunate distinction. It sets up a dichotomy that doesn’t have to be there. It creates a content versus writing situation, in which “real writers” look down on content creation as a lower, commercialized activity. This isn’t new. Real writers have always been looking down on commercial writing, then remembering they have to eat, and then rethinking their standards.

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Gifts from the dead

I had been married for almost three years. We had a baby girl. I went back home to be with Mom for what would be her last month. I spent my days feeding Mara mashed bananas and rocking her to sleep, propping Mom up on pillows and sitting by her while she slept, slipping out of the house with my Dad or sister to grab a milkshake and look at each… Continue reading

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We’re all children

I had a conversation with my Dad when I was just about to graduate from college. I’ll never forget it. He said, “You know, Annie, I’m in my fifties now, but I still feel, inside, exactly the same as I did at 22.”

And I thought… “Well, darn, here I am at 22 and I guess this is it.”

Now I’m 35 and I still feel pretty much… Continue reading

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