I am 9 years old, sitting in my bedroom in Fort Hood, Texas, at a card table that functions as my desk. I have just completed my first poem, and I feel like Madame Curie with a little bit of Albert Einstein thrown in. I am pretty convinced that this is a work of genius, […]
Author Archives: Elizabeth Berg
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Why ‘Fly Girl’ lifted me up
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The house on Marion Street
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The magical humanity of Rachel Joyce
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The Best Cook in the World
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COVID can’t stop great writing
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