In the face of such real and seemingly insurmountable financial barriers to do so, literary magazines—and I mean all of them, at least those who have been around for more than a year—can and should pay their contributing writers for their work.
Once, as we passed Sauk Centre on a rare family outing, my father said to me, "You know that Sinclair Lewis got run out of town for his books. Maybe someday you'll write a book that gets you run out of town."
"As far as range and scope are concerned, those things are in constant focus in the West, where you can spot a snowstorm moving in from miles away, and the Rocky Mountains loom large on dark mornings as I walk my kids to school."
"In this essay, my limited understanding of the internet means that Google becomes the mystical made prosaic. I don’t understand Google, and maybe I fear it, but the search engine is like an external self or a communal self without a body."
"I think as a society, we're always trying to be useful, to be helpful, but so often, our loved ones — in whatever ways they are suffering — just want to know they're not alone. True presence is courageous."