Sleepless in the Saddle

I took this picture of the Space Needle on my walk at dawn…thanks to insomnia. Today I’m continuing my reflection on AWP (Association of Writers and Writers’ Programs) conference in Seattle, where a reported 15,000 writers, publishers, editors and teachers of writing gathered to drink massive amounts of alcohol. (Un)Fortunately, I didn’t have the chance […]

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Sleepless in Seattle

Yes, a total cliché: like a picture of Mount Rainier when you come out of the elevator in the Roosevelt Hotel. But true. I’ve just returned from Seattle and now think I know why no one can sleep there. Coffee. Everyone has a cup of coffee in their hand. In Seattle you’re either on your […]

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Five Days in Beantown — Day 4

The blue sky of Saturday morning is almost blinding, and it’s such a relief from the constant snow of the days before. I’m trying very hard not to upload a video of “Here Comes the Sun”. This would be so cliché, so predictable, so . . . Damn, I did it anyway. But I’ve found […]

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Thanksgiving and a Pushcart Prize Nomination

When I called my mother this evening to tell her my story “The Shoes, The Girl and the Waves that Washed Them Away” had been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, I expected to interrupt her chopping carrots and whipping sweet potatoes; she was frying sausage. My family was in the middle of a Thanksgiving Breakfast. […]

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