I’m tickled with how this discussion begins; the reader admitting she was assigned my book in grad school and “I didn’t enjoy it.” Then another story unfolds… I’ve been doing this for decades and continue to be caught off guard by how kind, thoughtful, and reflective readers can be, and how they give authors their…View post
Even after all these years, miles, and hair loss, I keep having new experiences. In this case, theater groups performing a script I wrote in a tiny room…and me being nowhere near when the curtain goes up. It’s a little like sending a kid off to college. Thank you to Penguin Productions Theatre (the folks…View post
…but you’ve still got a shot at the rump roast.
This portrait hangs beside my writing desk. Michael and Barry. My keyboard reflected in the glass. A few months ago a big trucker in a sleeveless t-shirt came to the library where I was speaking and waited at the end of the signing line to tell me the things I’ve written about Barry changed his…View post
I’ve written of him many times, but for those of you wondering about the Barry referenced in this poem from Eaux Claires, here is a well-written synopsis.