Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyThe PivotI’m one of those people. I rehearse. I practice. I study. I read, ask questions. So it takes me a while to reach the larger questions one…Oct 16, 2020Oct 16, 2020
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyThe Art of HumilityIt’s one of those journey-not-a-destination kind of thingsApr 2, 2020Apr 2, 2020
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyArgie-BargieIt’s always a good idea to once in a while take stock of yourself as an essayist. Here’s mine —Dec 19, 20191Dec 19, 20191
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyTurning Ourselves into CharactersSomewhere in mid-Missouri it struck me: Phillip Lopate wasn’t Phillip Lopate.Dec 19, 2019Dec 19, 2019
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyToday’s MontaignesAt heart, a personal essay is an attempt to arrest oblivion by wrestling into some kind of shape, or purpose, the mess of life. After all…Dec 19, 2019Dec 19, 2019
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyOpen Body: Trying VeganismThis piece is inspired by a friend, who recently decided to become a vegetarian. She made the decision public on social media, and…Jul 12, 2018Jul 12, 2018
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyOn MemoryIn recent discussions on memory, a controversial issue has been whether collective memory or repressed memory is indeed authentic calling…May 6, 2018May 6, 2018
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyPerson from PorlockA dream. An opium-induced haze. Famously, either a dream or a drug helped or hindered Samuel Taylor Coleridge to realize his poem “Kubla…Jan 13, 2017Jan 13, 2017
Dr. Wm. Anthony ConnollyDuctus!It’s the middle of the night, and I am twelve, maybe thirteen, when I awake in terrible pain. The pain is coming from between my legs. I…Oct 6, 2016Oct 6, 2016