‘How will you survive?’ (appalled parents ask). ‘Why would you choose to be poor? I just don’t agree with it. Don’t you want a normal future?’…
I didn’t know that I could be a writer. I grew up working class and poor. I wasn’t around educated people or people who would…
Dear Internet: I am writing all over you tonight. I hope you don’t mind. This letter is going to be about me. We’ve been together…
Sometimes, my demons tell me, “You’ll never write again. You’ll never paint again. Remember when you wanted to be an actor, you’ll never do THAT…
I first heard of Cassie J. Sneider on a visit to my local record store. She had apparently done a book signing the week before…
“Just north of Reno and just south of nowhere is a town full of trailers and the front doors of the dirtiest ones open onto…
When I’m at my best I don’t know where I’m going. Writing is an exploration and I’m a detective, a treasure hunter searching for clues….
About six years ago, artist/teacher/community activist Todd Brown astounded me at his workshop, “The Art Of Not Knowing.” It was my first-ever art class. After a…