After over a decade of living in this community often referred to as an “artists' colony,” I finally attended Leonia Reads , an annual event of the The Players Guild of Leonia held at the Civil War Drill Hall Theater, where Leonia writers read pieces they have written. I have often thought of attending several times leading up to the previous 13 readings—even envisioned getting up and reading one of my pieces myself—but I thought there was probably some sort of “writer's etiquette” that says you don't just show up your first time to a reading and expect to read yourself (although I learned from my friend Ann Piccirrillo , who also read one of her writings, that she has only been two times and has done readings both times. But she grew up on the East Coast and has hutzpah while I'm a shy Midwesterner ). Besides, I had this fear that I would get up and read something and people would think, “How did he get in here? Don't they check on these people?” So I drove ...
by Chris Rainey. This is a blog of my journaling, essays, opinion pieces, religious satire, and creative writing.