Sheila Squillante is the author of the poetry collection, Beautiful Nerve (Tiny Hardcore Press, 2015), as well three chapbooks of poetry: In This Dream of My Father (Seven Kitchens, 2014), Women Who Pawn Their Jewelry (Finishing Line Press, 2012) and A Woman Traces the Shoreline (Dancing Girl Press, 2011).

She has published work widely in print and online journals like Brevity, The Rumpus, Eleven Eleven, No Tell Motel, Prairie Schooner, MiPoesias, Phoebe, Cream City Review, TYPO, Quarterly West, Literary Mama, South Dakota Review and elsewhere.

She¬† currently works as associate director of the MFA programs in creative writing and assistant professor of English at Chatham University. There, she serves as editor-in-chief of The Fourth River, Chatham’s nationally respected journal of nature and place-based writing. From her dining room table, she works as associate editor for [PANK].

She lives in Pittsburgh, PA, with her husband, Paul Bilger, a philosopher and experimental photographer, and their children.




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  1. Ellen Grace Olinger says:

    Just found your blog and sending my best wishes. My father died in 1983, when I was 29. I was in the first year of my doctoral program in education at Northern Illinois University. I graduated in 1987, but I remember incompletes the semester he died. Poetry flowed–I’d write and then be able to focus on my studies. Dad taught History and Mom taught English. Your memoir sounds wonderful.

  2. Jenny Lefebvre says:

    I am in eastern PA and really enjoyed your essay on fruitcake. I plan on reading more of you r essays, but I just had to comment on that essay, as I adore good fruitcake, as my father did. Grew up with it on the holidays, along with lefsa. I lost my father almost 12 years ago, and my step mom 3 years ago, who was like a mother to me. My mother died when I was 15. About the fruitcake, of which I wish I could have a bite, please if you have not yet consider getting the recipe from your mother-in-law, even if you have to promise not to make it until she does not want to anymore. Some of my grandparent’s and mothers’ (both of them) recipes are gone, as they did not always use written recipes. I really wish I could eat my grandmother’s meatballs again. Have not found any that taste like hers. You would not think finding similar recipes would be so hard, but it is more difficult than you expect. By the way, I have a freshman son at Penn State, and will think of your essay as I drive up next week to pick him up. Have a wonderful family holiday season.

    • Sheila Squillante says:

      Jenny, thanks for reading and saying hello! And for the reminder to get MIL’s fruitcake recipe! Oh, I can’t wait for my package this year. Happy holidays to you and yours!

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