PinnedAnnie Forbes CooperinThe Narrative ArcHow One Person’s Dream House Became My NightmareBrick and mortar do not a home makeApr 1934Apr 1934
PinnedAnnie Forbes CooperinThe Narrative ArcRebels in Search of a CauseWe were seeking our own doors of perception, and momentarily found each otherFeb 728Feb 728
PinnedAnnie Forbes CooperinImogene’s NotebookWhere I’m From or Far I’m Fae, as we say in ScotlandA poemJan 1345Jan 1345
PinnedAnnie Forbes CooperinImogene’s NotebookTerminalHow a chance encounter on a long, snowy night between planes in Amsterdam changes a prognosisNov 16, 202333Nov 16, 202333
PinnedAnnie Forbes CooperinILLUMINATIONNew York City Taught Me How to Be a WriterAnd a fiction-writing course taught me humilityOct 10, 202348Oct 10, 202348
Annie Forbes CooperinThe Narrative ArcLost Memories of My Father’s D-DayMourning what is gone foreverJun 512Jun 512
Annie Forbes CooperinMiddle-PauseLost and Found off Exit 21 on the ThruwayHow the view that inspired Thomas Cole, founder of the Hudson River School of Painting, also inspired me.May 1635May 1635
Annie Forbes CooperinIn Living ColorSki BumViewing the world through blue-tinted ski gogglesApr 2619Apr 2619
Annie Forbes CooperinILLUMINATIONLast Week, I Was Diagnosed with My Fourth CancerI considered myself lucky that they were all caught earlyMar 307Mar 307