Story-worlds were magical—they transported me to different places where I’d meet new people, and learn about their lives in visceral ways.
Issues
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- Bodily Autonomy Special Issue, 2022-23
- Celebrating Dr. Patricia Leavy's Social Fiction 2024
- Climate Change Special Issue, 2022
- Laughter Special Issue, 2023
- Queer Special Issue, 2023-24
- Volume 1, Issue 1 (2021)
- Volume 1, Issue 2 (2021)
- Volume 2, Issue 1 (2022)
- Volume 2, Issue 2 (2022)
- Volume 2, Issue 3 (2022)
- Volume 2, Issue 4 (2022)
- Volume 3, Issue 1 (2023)
- Volume 3, Issue 2 (2023)
- Volume 3, Issue 3 (2023)
- Volume 3, Issue 4 (2023)
- Volume 4, Issue 1 (2024)
- Volume 4, Issue 2 (2024)
- Volume 4, Issue 3 (2024)
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.
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.
There’s also a larger goal underscoring my work. I aim to create a philosophy of the arts and a philosophy of love.
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…
Gratitude is a recurring theme I hear from readers of Patricia Leavy’s social fiction. This is an essay about Patricia Leavy novels.
Patricia Leavy is a genuine trailblazer, the real deal, an inspiration.
The Resistant Analysand: A Memoir Author’s Memo My memoir is about my growing up as the daughter of a Freudian...
When Whistles Melt into Beeps: Four Poems for AutoEthnographer Author’s Memo I approach poetry as a vessel to preserve the...
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.
This film explores foreign EFL teacher identity construct dialectics in contemporary China, qualified by China/West geo-political tensions.
On Emerging Liberated of the Glass Box Author’s Memo Like many others in the American South, I began my teens...