Basically, in an exploratory and perhaps even defensive manner, I wrote “Davenports and Ottomans” with the intention to explore the roots of anxiety and oppression in an American child around the same age as myself.
Reading stories from the slush pile, is of course, an exercise in assessing not only a work’s literary value, but also its compatibility with TLR’s editorial vision. Reading so many submissions also steers the editor’s mind towards thoughts about the author—no matter how well crafted the story, there are always subtle clues that point to… Read More ›
When I was ten, my mother went back to college, and I remember her reading me poems from her lit class and essays by Stephen Jay Gould from her biology class around the same time. I fell in love with both. I went on to get a BS degree in Biology, taking classes with whimsical… Read More ›