by BlogEditor | Jul 28, 2020 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
In the early 90s, I was hired to act in Film Directing classes for two summers at the Maine Photographic and Film Institute, now called the Maine Media Workshops and College. It still takes place in the seaside town of Rockport. It is up on a hill overlooking postcard...
by BlogEditor | Jul 24, 2020 | Poetry, The Keeping Room
Elizabeth Kuelbs writes and mothers at the edge of a Los Angeles canyon. She holds an MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts....
by BlogEditor | Jul 10, 2020 | Fiction, The Keeping Room
Love Allen yearned and survived, carrying the American zeitgeist in her skin. It began just after the last day of school. Because she loved her two children beyond reason or sensibility, she let them have the first week free and clear—no chores, no bedtimes, no...
by BlogEditor | Jul 3, 2020 | Fiction, The Keeping Room
It just wasn’t the right time. Maybe that’s what people always say. Or maybe they’ve learned not to say that. Because it does sound awful, doesn’t it? It just wasn’t the right time—when there’s a vulnerable new life budding inside you. I knew I couldn’t keep it. I was...
by BlogEditor | Jun 26, 2020 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
I became a mother when Riley was born. I became a poet when he died. His death and writing poetry are intertwined like the malformed vessels of his AVM and his brain—rooted, inseparable as a banyan and its host tree. If Riley hadn’t died, I would not be writing...
