Ghost Writing Blog

Bombshell

As a kid, I played for hours with my Smurfs under the dining room table, while my mother clacked away on the typewriter above my

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Photo on the Wall

There was a photo of me I never knew about that hung in my father’s house outside of Bonn for nearly thirty years. He lived

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Language Lost

I’m sitting by your bed holding soaps and handkerchiefs– the only gifts I could think of to bring a dying man. It’s quiet– both of

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Sisters

Once when I was eight years old, my hair caught on fire. My older sister saved my life by shoving me out the front door

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Tillamook Tide

It turns out all access points to Multnomah Falls are closed because of the forest fires that have been raging for the past six weeks.

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Baseball

I can still name all the players on the New York Mets back in 1986, the year they won the World Series– Sid Fernandez, Gary

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My Father’s Daughter

Over a thousand people came to my father’s funeral in Jordan when he died, even though he hadn’t lived there for many years. As a

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Frau Bauer

Frau Bauer wore wigs–the kind you’d expect an old German woman to wear in the late 1970s—short, layered, and indecisively blond. These wigs went perfectly

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Hönig

The night before I fly back home to New York, I look into the living room and see you alone on the sofa in your

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Julia

My mother was only five years old when my grandmother left. Although both parents were still alive, all three children were placed in an orphanage

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Metamorphosis

The summer between the two collisions, I took to jumping into lakes. The idea of my body, shooting like a bullet through the scrim of

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Enough

When I was 21, I woke up one Sunday to find that my knees had grown so swollen overnight that I couldn’t get out of

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The Clearing (Part One)

Last winter, I sat in a one-room cottage and watched almost everything I ever wrote burn up inside a small wood-pellet stove. The cottage stood

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Rice Fields

“Oh my threshed and winnowed one…”–Isaiah 21:10 The rice harvesting season began during my last week in Bali. Each day from the yoga shala, I’d

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Scars

I’ve had a thick scar on my left inner thigh since I was four years old, when I cut myself on the sharp plastic edge

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Skinny Love

Come on skinny love just last the year–Pour a little salt we were never here.  –“Skinny Love,” by Bon Iver  Ten minutes before the crash,

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Boxes

Once or twice a year a package would arrive at a post office box on East 54th Street, requiring a long subway ride and a

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Iceland

There’s a simplicity that rises to the surface of such a land of extremes and contradictions— a land of ice-capped summits and fissures that ooze

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My Name

Salwa [ 2 syll. sal-wa ] pronounced SEHL-Waa. 1) consolation, solace 2) a quail 3) a luxurious treat There once was a shy little girl

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Wonder Truck

A few years ago, when my car needed a new engine, the only loaner available in the one-horse town I was living in was a

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Voice

When I was a kid, I’d get asked to sing almost anywhere I went– at restaurants, at parties– and I’d gladly get up and perform

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Kerio (Crater)

Things implode.Fire brims; the earth peaks.Stone collapses into canyons,fills up with life and rain. Hearts implode.Love surges; wisdom swells;the soul cannot be contained. Decay precedes

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Free Fall

I’m almost at the top of the rock wall when the attendant calls up to me. “Ma’am? I’m gonna need you to come down now.”

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Death Star

I don’t remember whose idea it was to make a Death Star as a tree topper that year. As a woman with little interest in

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