A pub for women writers — A pub for women writers to write on anything they want from personal experiences to memories, adventures, rants, post a pic and write about it, and share their lives. As a “woman writer” I can tell you this, the name of this publication caught my eye many months ago when…

Don’t let it defeat you — First published in my Art of Memoir Substack newsletter November 19, 2022. When I told my boyfriend I was developing an online writing course, he looked at me in all seriousness and asked, “are you good enough to do that?” To be fair, he doesn’t read my work. But still…

Who we are, what we’re about, and what that means for you — The QuickTalk Vision QuickTalk is a publication about the writing experience on Medium. It’s a place to find writing tips and advice, spotlights on your favorite publications and writers, monthly deep dives into the creative arts, and weekly fireside chats (interviews) with other writers. The History of QuickTalk QuickTalk began as a “playground for writers.” A bit…

And Welcome Yana Bostongirl! — Welcome to February, Memoirists! I hope the winter months are treating you well. In Cupid’s stinky-ass month, I hope you regale me with tales of how much love stinks! In this month’s newsletter, we are featuring: Note for New and Existing Memoirists February Memoir Prompt Spotlight on the Trapped! Stories …

Boys, love, and dancing like Jack Sparrow on LSD. I was…a Duranie. — Hope you enjoy Blaming Duran Duran — which was originally written in 2011! For something a little different, check out my video reading of the piece. It’s long, it’s rudimentary, and I’m goofy…but I did it (and cracked myself up with my special editing “artistry” in the process), so here…

Screw Valentine’s Day—let’s hear all those juicy horror stories Memoirists! Oh boy, oh boy…do I ever have a treat for you. Our February prompt is a few days early! I don’t want another cheesy love song. I want to hear all about how love stinks. Give me the down and…

So Why Does It Still Feel Shameful To Admit It? — He blocked me from leaving the room. He smirked with fire in his eyes — the kind of fire that said, I dare you. I just dare you. I shook. Head to toe, I trembled. I trembled as he began to list off out loud every single fault of mine…

Week Ending Saturday, January 21, 2023/January 24th (Oops!) — Hello, Black Bears and Black Bear readers! We continue to have the most amazing mental health and addiction stories added to our publication and I am in awe of all of you. The quality of our stories is second to none. That said, I’d like to thank our sensational editors…

Coming of age in the 1980s — [*SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM TO HEAR ME READ THE STORY] When I was a girl of eleven, I was what adults might deem with a laugh, oh, she’s going through an awkward stage. When I was a girl of eleven, I was what some…