Stephanie Silber Wordsworks

I recently read Cheryl Strayed’s WILD: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail.  Now, I love nature writing, as I love nature itself.  But I was peculiarly disinclined to read WILD; a friend had passed along the paperback, … Continue reading →

As promised.  This excerpt is from my own haunted house yarn, in anticipation of the upcoming thriller, THE CONJURING.  It is my belief that every haunted house story is a mashup of all the genre tropes in the book, but … Continue reading →

Sometimes you really just feel like giving up.  It’s worse than writer’s block, worse than being distracted by the vicissitudes of life and falling into a rut of not writing every day.  It’s like an undertow you cannot escape, a … Continue reading →

Once a thirty year old garden shed with a collapsed roof.  Now, a secluded brick patio.

A recent article by NY Post columnist Andrea Peyser — a rant, really — caught my attention.  Peyser was describing a backlash against the iconic doll, now a venerable 54; it seems the newly minted “Barbie Dreamhouse Experience” has raised … Continue reading →

Just a year shy of two decades here in our cottage, and summer finally come, I’m reflecting on the garden.  When we first arrived, all that grew within were weeds and a trampled lawn, bare in spots.  One border boasted … Continue reading →