A rainy night, many years ago, I struck up a conversation with a stranger at a bar. He wore checkered pants and an oversize jacket, reminding me of Rodolfo, the poet in the opera La Bohème. Turns out, he was a poet by profession (though it’s never been easy to make a living as a poet, and well-nigh impossible now). Continue reading “A Touch of the Poet”
“You call it excavation; I call it being triggered.”
My Memoir I class was midway through the term, which meant everyone had submitted pages for critique, and written homework assignments, and jumped into writing exercises many times in class. Continue reading “Give It a Name”
This month I salute our two current interns, Nikki and Kimberly. We can’t get rid of them…not that we want to. Nikki started as an intern last summer and Kimberly started last fall. Normally our interns stay for three months, but these two just keep on staying. Continue reading “Sky-High Ambition”