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Linda McCullough Moore lives in Northampton, Massachusetts. Prompted by both love and money, she is trying her hand at writing a book about real life. She asks anyone able to explain the difference between fiction and nonfiction to kindly contact her at www.lindamcculloughmoore.com.
I have walked the few blocks down to the pond on campus tonight because I read in the paper that some Buddhists from the local sangha are going to free the souls of a lot of people who were bombed at Hiroshima.
April 2007I know the life story of every man who has so much as hammered in a nail at my house. This is not my doing. I’m disinclined to delve too deeply into the depths of anybody else’s dire experience. I’ve got my hands full with my own.
June 2006I’m not really all that comfortable with foreign people. I always catch myself being overly friendly, nicer than I really am, my nouns and verbs more carefully selected, doggedly enunciated, punctuated with tight smiles. And volume is a problem. I start high, and after fifteen minutes, I hear myself yelling. Words far too kind, in a fortissimo that wears everybody out.
August 2004Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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