This Lit Mag Love is all about writer Eileen Vorbach Collins.
Damn, she’s prolific and so good. I came across her award-winning piece in Lunch Ticket. It reminded me of the bins I have in my own closet: the snarky postcard from camp (“I arrived safely, as you know.”), the hula hoop sign I wrote about in Ticket to Ride, the multi-colored crayon love notes delivered when I got home from work. My son did not write to Charles Manson, but Eileen’s daughter did. You’ve gotta check out Love in the Archives here:
While Eileen writes a lot about grief, she is an avid gardener and observes birds. This short piece about crows and so much more is arresting:
Dive into Eileen’s wide scope of published work here:
Onward, readers and writers.
