That’s right. I went to Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference.
Pinch me.
It’s hard to put the experience into words. I mean, there’s a pretty powerful history at work up there. Many thanks and lots of love to my intrepid companions: First to Qiana Towns, Kelli Lang, and Christopher DeWan for keeping me sane. Second to all of my workshop crew including our workshop fellow Bruce Snider. Third to Eman Quotah, Ross White, Amy Holman, Harriet Clark, and this list could go on and on, but all those other folks over there (waves hand) too.
A special thank-you to Eavan Boland, who was inspiring and supportive. She told me what I needed to hear, and, as I start my final year in the MFA, her timing couldn’t have been better.
Oh yeah, and this is me reading in the Blue Parlor. There’s a painting of Robert Frost Joseph Batell behind me, though I have to admit that, at first and second glance, I thought it was FDR both FDR and then Robert Frost. *sigh*
Thanks to Margaret DeAngelis for the correction on the painting. Batell’s buildings and the adjoining land were bequeathed to Middlebury College in 1915. The three of them look strikingly similar when rendered in oils. If I meet them in the afterlife, I’ll have a bit of explaining to do, I’m sure.

Photo graciously provided by Grant Bergland.