This is a humorous narrative nonfiction account of the strangest job I ever had working for a kooky fitness guru in Manhattan for six years.
When Whistles Melt into Beeps: Four Poems for AutoEthnographer Author’s Memo I approach poetry as a vessel to preserve the...
The Resistant Analysand: A Memoir Author’s Memo My memoir is about my growing up as the daughter of a Freudian...
Patricia Leavy is a genuine trailblazer, the real deal, an inspiration.
Gratitude is a recurring theme I hear from readers of Patricia Leavy’s social fiction. This is an essay about Patricia Leavy novels.
I’d take the past and make it straight, Even though it’s complicated, We’ve got time to start again, I don’t know if you can hear me…
There’s also a larger goal underscoring my work. I aim to create a philosophy of the arts and a philosophy of love.
This autoethnographic narrative describes the growth and development I experienced once I found mentors who, despite my lack of “natural musical abilities” or “talent,” believed I could learn.
In Part One, I situated my work within the context of the work of writers. Now, I’m situating my work within the context of women writers.
Story-worlds were magical—they transported me to different places where I’d meet new people, and learn about their lives in visceral ways.
The poems in this collection are a reflection on my zero waste aspirations (and the values behind the movement at large).
From all there is something to be learned, as the river itself has been victimized, has not escaped its own environmental terrorism.