Posts Tagged ‘ Nonfiction ’

“Why Can’t I Have One of the Cool Mental Illnesses?” by Daniel Sidman

Oct 19th, 2022 | By

The Global Burden of Disease: A Comprehensive Assessment of Mortality and Disability from Diseases, Injuries, and Risk Factors in 1990 and Projected to 2020 states that OCD, the anxiety disorder which I have, is the tenth most disabling disorder worldwide. This statistic got me thinking. First, I didn’t know that there was a ranking system. Since when was this a competition? Who is keeping stats for this, and how? Do people place bets on this? Is there an underground betting scene for mental illnesses that I don’t know about?



“How to Write a Novel in Three Days,” by Thaisa Frank

Oct 12th, 2022 | By

So you want to write a novel! Good for you! There’s no profession except writing that pays less than McDonald’s. Since you may be eating a lot from the Golden Arches, this is a brave decision. 



“Who Did Put the Bop in the Bop Shoo Bop Shoo Bop?” by Wesley McCann

Oct 5th, 2022 | By

Amongst the myriad of questions posed by the great minds of history, many have been answered satisfactorily, and many others pursued to an incomplete end. Yet it is the rare question that is posed in the public square but never followed up at all. And today we re-ask just such a question, a problem that concerned men in a former era, yet which seems to have passed out of the consciousness of the generations since. Asked mid-century man perceptively: “Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?”



“My Life in Books: A Literary Biography,” by Wendy Freborg

Sep 28th, 2022 | By

1950s
Mickey Mouse’s Picnic
Peter Pan
Dick and Jane
The Bobbsey Twins
Nancy Drew



“Break On Through To The Other Side,” by Jane Donaldson

Sep 14th, 2022 | By

1968 was the year I became a spiritual medium. I was a nine year old with time on my hands. Our parents fed us, clothed us and kept us on the straight and narrow, but orchestrating after school activities was not in their job description. Carefully choreographed play dates were nonexistent. In fact even the word “play date” was nonexistent. No one cared what we did between the hours of 3PM and 5PM as long as we did it quietly while not wearing our good school clothes.