Jennifer Walsh

I’d played Chinese checkers, colored, and solved the word jumble in The Daily News. “Nana?” I was spending the weekend at my grandmother’s house in the Bronx. “I’m bored.” She looked at me. Then, she walked to the round table in her living room and opened the drawer. She pulled out a royal blue spiral […]

Chantelle Aimée Osman

I’m sure a lot of people remember the exact moment they discovered their love of words. Me, I can’t recall a moment before I had. Imagining a world where I’m not surrounded, inundated, and overwhelmed with (and by) words every day is a horrific post-apocalyptic nightmare—a life measured in Kraft Singles and boxed wine. In […]

James LaRue

I began writing, serious writing, in 6th grade. It was driven by several things: – My sixth grade teacher introducing us to haiku. They were fascinating. I wrote a book of 100 of them. Bad ones. – The Christmas gift of a journal. It got me in the habit of writing every day, and noticing […]

Jendi Reiter

Why do I write? “Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly…” Writing takes me into a space of deep attention that others find through prayer and meditation. When I write, I discover what feels true about myself and my world. My intellect can spin a lot of convincing theories, but I can’t fake it in a […]

C.S. Lakin

Like many writers, I’ve been writing my whole life. Writing has always been a way for me to fully express my creativity, look deeply at myself and others, to question motivation and explore what humanity is in all its beauty and ugliness. Writing fulfills my need to understand and process my world, as well as […]

Keidi Keating

For me writing is akin to the feeling of sipping ice cold orange pop through a straw on a sunny day; a long, warm cuddle from a loved one, and lying on a golden sandy beach with my feet refreshed from the ebb of the tide. I started writing very short stories at the age […]

Paul Hollis

Storytelling has always been a natural part of my life. Some of the best stories I told as a child were lies but they were good enough to avoid punishment. My parents generally walked away feeling guilty for trying to punish an innocent child. I’d like to think it was because I possessed an uncanny […]