Author Archives: HMM

Ingrid Bergman died three years before I was born. The only summer I worked at camp, “Bergie” was my camp name, and whenever I was asked about it I had to explain who Ingrid Bergman was, to gaggles of pre-teens who were more interested in Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Heath Ledger. Sometime during eighth gradeContinue reading “On Ingrid Bergman”

My mother suspects, I think, that all I did in Germany was eat ice cream. Showing her photos of our daily post-workshop retreat to the biergarten would not dispel her suspicion that I’d gone to Europe for the food. It’s unfair to say that my mother is the only one to note that I’ve beenContinue reading “Eating Ice Cream with Writers in Europe”