My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  The mid wife looked up at me from where my newborn child lay and asked, “Do you want to cut the cord?” It was a special moment in the livi...

From my perch atop the wood fence behind my tenement apartment in Chicago, Illinois, if I spied the delivery man driving through the...

A talented writer invited me to a memoir writing workshop she attends once a week. My friend is my counterpart in spirit. I went for ...

The storehouse of my mind is bursting and begs to be released. The most fluid, direct, and succinct way to accomplish this is by wri...

“Have you thought of writing a memoir?” Several people who have watched my life unfold have asked this question. There is plenty to write ab...