Yesterday, I mentioned one huge roadblock to creativity: doubt in yourself and whether your voice is worthy. Another obstacle is related but a little harder to nail down, because it appears to be real and…
Recently I was taking a trip with two fellow journalists. We chatted about what we have been working on. I mentioned I have written two novels and I can’t believe they ever…
Mike Albo is my humor spirit guide. To see Mike […]
I had the lyrics for this song laying around for a long time. I wanted to write the saddest song in the world. To me, teenage car crashes are the saddest things in the world.
I originally wrote “My Boyfriend Is A Genius” because a charming, brilliant cad I briefly dated at music school had implied that I was not smart enough for him, which was…
During my four years in Minneapolis I went back to my musical roots, as well. I was a classical musician, I played the French horn for many years–I think around twenty or so…
Yes. Going back home is an old story. And it was not easy. My east coast, razzle dazzle, highly voluble husband was completely freaking out about the quirks…
Yes. Sometimes one needs to visit the scene of the crime to finish something. The song “Black Watch Kilt” is about my friend Carol. I had been trying for years to write about…
Out of all those singer-songwriters of ‘90s NYC, I’m so […]
For today’s post I want to circle back to where we began, with David’s recent book (now available in bookstores) Sinatra’s Century…
David Lehman loves wordplay. He loves writing poems in both traditional and invented forms. He takes the writing of…
Yesterday we brought you Part I of a two-part in-depth interview with David. It touches on many of the themes and subjects that have concerned David over the course…
So happy and honored that David Lehman, the de facto dean of American Poetry is this week’s Featured Creative. Unlike so many…
What have I learned on the journey of discovery that’s been The Brooklyn Cottage?
In January 2015, the Brooklyn Cottage hosted an event to talk about race.
I thought back to the “instructions” Malidoma Patrice Some had given me…