TW Column by Emily Toth
Which literary celebrity got naked and rode up and down the hotel elevator in a North Dakota winter?
Which literary celebrity got naked and rode up and down the hotel elevator in a North Dakota winter?
I’m not the only one to equate supporting characters with vegetables.
I sat alone in the darkened living room, abandoned by family, scorned by the dog, nursing a jam jar of Jim Beam.
Women writers have used 'Nature' and 'local color' in an extraordinarily clever way: as a mask for universal social criticism.
Oh, if only they could have seen my tamed-untamed grandchildren at Runaway Bay...