Floyd Skloot’s Revertigo is a beautifully-written, moving account of one man’s off kilter life. Who would have imaged a memoir exploring months of extreme vertigo and decades of neurological turbulence would be filled with so much joy and optimism? This… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
Words will never fully capture what is alive in our hearts.It would be a shame, though, if we denied our bears their dancing. — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
I love the good old book with glue and binding, I really do, but that is just one way of experiencing text, and suddenly… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
“Not all writing is political or revolutionary, but the very act of giving yourself permission to write, to speak, to share the truth no… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
Kaethe Schwehn's poignant memoir explores longing, both spiritual and physical, community and faith, in prose that is calm, lovely, and filled with clear-eyed honesty… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
Jim Grimsley's unflinching self-examination of his own boyhood racial prejudices during the era of school desegregation is one of the most compelling memoirs of… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
Floyd Skloot’s Revertigo is a beautifully-written, moving account of one man’s off kilter life. Who would have imaged a memoir exploring months of extreme… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
Words will never fully capture what is alive in our hearts.It would be a shame, though, if we denied our bears their dancing. — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
Exercise the muscles that compassionately open the heart.In your writing and your life. — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
My advice to writers: thank goodness we can revise and adjust and tighten and rethink before going public with our words. Revision is our… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
“What are minnows but brief flashes? And what are thoughts? And how do you capture a brief flash, even for a second?” — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
Perhaps we can never understand our own children, because there is too much of ourselves inside there, or perhaps we are just blinded by… — Dinty W. Moore Copy Share Image
