
Last night, I received a generous welcome to Westport Writers’ Workshop, where I am now teaching nonfiction workshops. With fellow VCFAer Liz Matthews directing WWW, I’m instantly at home among these amazing writers and teachers.

Even a 25-minute drive to an evening event can feel momentous. Best-laid plan – sick boy – conflicting event – car trouble + flexible sister + trusted teacher + willing husband + Saltines = reading from The Memory Sessions with my new community.
