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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Handy Hillary Builds Her Dream House
My eyes hurt and I am already homesick for my little family. My partner has been working non-stop, a whirlwind of civic holidays and teacher workshops and special tours at the museum where she works in central Philadelphia, and after a couple of days of carefully preparing her lunch, waking early with her to makeContinue reading “Handy Hillary Builds Her Dream House”
Grey Sea & Sky 