Esteemed Writers and Editors of DMS,
School: Ohio Northern University, West Virginia University
Degree: B.A. in Creative Writing and Professional Writing; MFA in Fiction Writing
Approved Section: Education
A day in the life of Kori Morgan, summarized in a Tweet:
What’s the story, if any, behind the name Kori? My parents had an ongoing feud about what to name me. My dad kept suggesting really bizarre names that my mom repeatedly vetoed, such as Hypatia, the name of the first female astronomer. My dad saw “Kori” named as the daughter of an athlete profiled in an issue of Sports Illustrated and it was the first option they both agreed on. Continue reading
My mom has been urging me to read this for years, and I finally got around to it in February (I wanted to read this before starting on The Goldfinch). I’m glad I did – such a compelling read, if a bit long.
Internet memes are little snippets of instant gratification and joy; if you think otherwise, then you’ve clearly clicked on the wrong link. Memes have become so mainstream that you can barely browse the web without tripping over half a dozen of ‘em. Some are iconic, others hilarious, and some are downright “what-the-heck?” worthy. Continue reading
School: Ball State University, University of Notre Dame
Degrees: BFA, MA in Art History
Approved Sections: Home, Garden
You officially became a journalist in 1996. What was your first big story about? My earliest assignments were artist and musician profiles for a weekly arts and entertainment newspaper. In those days when the Internet was still an infant, it was a big deal to suddenly have my writing in front of tens of thousands of readers and to get to talk to famous people. Early on, I was asked to interview the guitarist from the first band I’d ever seen in concert, and that was the point when I realized that I was a professional. Continue reading
After nearly two decades of writing, including my tenure in San Francisco where I wrote for a nationwide publication, it’s about time I finally confessed something about myself. I’d like to let everyone in on my deepest, darkest writing secret.
Are you ready?
(Sigh) here goes nothing. … Continue reading
Ours has become an increasingly fractious world, in which unanimity on any one issue often proves as elusive as satori, the state Zen Buddhists describe as that rare, sudden flash of awareness that produces enlightenment. Yet, there exists at least one sentiment about which the entire DMD community agrees: Rejections reek. Continue reading
Thanksgiving is a wondrous time for family and friends to come together, give thanks, relish in fine company and … oh who are we kidding, it’s all about the food. With the most gluttonous holiday just days away, your brain’s likely zeroed in on one thing: lots and lots of gut-busting sustenance.
For some, it’s about the turkey, for others it’s the mountain of irresistible, carb-filled sides. Personally, I come from a family that houses more pies than people every Thanksgiving, so dessert is my true love (sorry everything else). Continue reading
Comic strips — not to be confused with superhero comics like D.C. or Marvel — aim to serve a single purpose: to add a little enjoyment to your life. That’s it. If you crack a smile — mission accomplished. What’s great about comic strips is the accessibility; they’ve always appeared in the newspaper, beckoning your attention once you’ve finished reading through the drudgery and turmoil of politics, crime, war and poverty. The colorful cartoon antics are like a shining beacon of light at the end of a bleak tunnel.
Today we pay tribute to the finest comic strips to ever grace newspapers. And because I enjoy ranking things, here’s a list of my top 10 favorite strips. Agree to disagree. Continue reading
When it comes to writing – particularly when you’re creating a dramatic scene — showing the reader something is notably more powerful than telling about it.
The moment she picked up the phone and received the news, she felt utterly devastated and alone. Her mind was in disbelief, and her world was shattered.
The moment she picked up the phone and received the news, her complexion paled, and the blood flowing through her body cooled and seemed to dissipate from her veins. She wanted to throw the phone across the room, through the walls and out of her house, and yet her fingers wound tightly around the receiver, as if it were the only thing holding her steady. Continue reading