DIANE GOTTLIEB

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Diane Gottlieb writes open-hearted stories about people in pain who choose to grow.

Publication

We have to be Honest: An Interview with Kathryn Silver-Hajo in fractured

Wolfsong (ELJ Editions 2023), Kathryn Silver-Hajo’s first full-length publication, is a gorgeous hybrid collection of flash fiction and CNF stories capturing formative moments in girls’ and women’s lives. There is pain in these stories. And longing. There are bad decisions. But there is also a remarkable fierceness in these girls and women and a deep wisdom,…

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Exploring Relationships Through Form: A Conversation with Jennifer Lang in Chicago Review of Books

Imagine putting your relationship under a microscope and then sharing what you’ve discovered with the world. That is exactly what Jennifer Lang has done in her memoir Places We Left Behind, and we are all the better for it. When American-born Lang, a secular tourist, falls in love with French-born Philippe, an observant immigrant, during the…

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LETTING IN THE LIGHT: A CONVERSATION WITH ANA MARIA SPAGNA In the rumpus

Ana Maria Spagna is a master at bringing the power and beauty of her beloved Pacific Northwest  to the page. She is a four-time finalist for the Washington State Book Award, and in her latest book, the braided nonfiction narrative Pushed: Miners, a Merchant and (Maybe) a Massacre (Torrey House Press), she documents her investigative journey through the landscape…

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THE SPIRITUAL FACT OF OUR ONENESS: A CONVERSATION WITH CHARIF SHANAHAN interview in the Rumpus

THE SPIRITUAL FACT OF OUR ONENESS: A CONVERSATION WITH CHARIF SHANAHAN BY DIANE GOTTLIEB April 3rd, 2023 Charif Shanahan’s second poetry collection, Trace Evidence (Tin House, 2023) is a stunning tryptic that powerfully explores themes of mixed-race identity, time, mortality, and queer love. At the center of the collection is the poem, “On the Overnight from Agadir,” a…

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Something about Shoes in Riverteeth

I’d always avoided thrift shops. I never wanted used clothes. I feared absorbing a stranger’s energy. Maybe she was an anxious stranger, or angry, unkind, depressed. Maybe she was dead. I didn’t want to take that chance. Even after I’d laundered the clothing, some part of the past would remain in the weave. https://www.riverteethjournal.com/blog/2023/03/19/river-teeth-issue-preview-242

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