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If you are someone who writes by the seat of their pants, this essay is not for you. Stephen King, the grand Pooh-Bah of pantsing is...

For a while I still read at night. Schooled on the principle that one’s writing is a direct reflection of the quality of one’s reading, I...

I kept the teapot and the sugar and creamer, though I lost the lid to the pot during a move. I displayed them on a shelf. The rest of the...