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”
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The Morning After
I. I am standing on a precipice, breathless with exhaustion and gratitude and surprise. After years of wrong turns and bad equipment and Road Closed signs and avalanches and misreading the map, I have not expected to ever find my way to the top. I am not so much afraid of heights as I amContinue reading “The Morning After”