Life
"The Lives We Carry Quietly"
I noticed them the way you notice someone without meaning to –when the room is too still and your mind starts counting small things. A waiting room has its own kind of silence, broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of paperwork at the front desk. They sat a few chairs away, hands folded, eyes fixed on nothing in particular, as if they were trying not to take up space. There was a brief awkwardness in their eyes when another stranger entered.
By Jeannie Dawn Coffmanabout a month ago in Writers
Andreas Szakacs: Building Cinema With Precision, Purpose, and Creative Leadership
In a film industry often shaped by speed, visibility, and short-term momentum, Andreas Szakacs has taken a more deliberate route. His career as an actor, producer, and creative leader reflects a commitment to precision, intention, and sustained artistic development rather than constant exposure. Over time, this approach has positioned him as a figure increasingly associated with thoughtful storytelling, technical discipline, and collaborative leadership.
By Andreas Szakacsabout a month ago in Writers
Write Every Day
I am a writer. I haven’t published much, except on these platforms for writers on Medium, on Substack, Facebook, and on two other personal websites, Talking to Spirit, and on my author’s website, PaulineEvanosky.com, and now on VocalMedia. Five years ago, I was a wannabe writer. This year, I can say I am a writer. What exactly is different between those two points? Over 1,000 articles. Taken separately, I’d say okay, so what else? Added together like I just did, I’m wondering why I don’t have a book project going. Ah, that’s for another day.
By Pauline Evanoskyabout a month ago in Writers
Close Encounters of the Human Kind
There is a protocol to be observed on my lakeside walk. It governs the early morning greeting. Once it is firmly established that you regularly walk, then you graduate from a nod of acknowledgement to eventually saying “Good morning”. After some weeks, you may add a comment on the weather, but that is generally the limit of conversation.
By Keith Butlerabout a month ago in Writers
Close Encounters of the Human Kind
Early morning exercise over, resting on a park bench watching the sunrise change the light on the water. Thoughts tumbling through my mind, triggered by a bouquet, commemorating some ancestral anniversary, left by a brass plaque of dedication.
By Keith Butlerabout a month ago in Writers
At the Beginning
There is no better way to begin than to begin. I joined VocalMedia four years ago. For whatever reason, I did no more than that. I didn’t even read, preferring to return to the nests I’d made at Medium and at Substack. As time went on, I wanted more than what I was getting from those two publishing platforms. More morphed into an author’s website at PaulineEvanosky.com and to a revamping of a website I’d had since 2001 on the Blogger platform called TalkingtoSpirit.com. The reason for the shift for that site from a BlueHost website package to the Blogger platform was money. I’d gotten a bill for $735 from BlueHost and said, “That is too darn expensive.” Lo and behold, being on Blogger again, which was free, meant I needed to publish more often. And so, a maniac writer emerged from the shadows.
By Pauline Evanoskyabout a month ago in Writers
Strawberry ice cream
We were walking around the suburbs with a strawberry ice cream in each of our hands. He never liked strawberry flavoured things but he insisted we get the same ice cream flavour. Out of curiosity, I asked him why and this was his response: “when I eat the same ice cream as you, I get to taste what your lips taste like at this very moment.”
By Marianne Leeabout a month ago in Writers
