Summer Highlights

It's no wonder I feel shell-shocked. Look at where I've been this summer:

In May, the Jane's Stories retreat in Asheville, was followed swiftly by….

the Writing Below Sea Level St. Augustine Conference, where I worked with twelve astoundingly talented writers under the supervision of Dorothy Allison, who did some of the most surgical, brilliant, kind workshop leading I have ever seen. Then…


my brother visited with his two wired (and wiry) Jack Russells. This is Brady enjoying his perch on the top of my couch. Did I mention….

that I had a 60-page manuscript due for the novel-writing seminar led by the incomparably compassionate, wise, and stringently demanding Connie May Fowler? Well,…


after that I needed a diversion, so I went to the Long Island wedding of my dear niece, Alexandra, met her charming groom and his fascinating family from Montreal and visited with her passionately loving ya-ya, Mary, and then my husband, son and I…

toured New York City–double decker bus and MOMA and watching the matrons, I-pod-popping teens, and business people on the Long Island Rail Road (of Monopoly fame). Had a tour guide who really cared about and expounded on the architecture….

and the art was fabulous. Jackson Pollock and I finally bonded. Interesting that you can recognize the brilliance of another brain, but not really get into its rhythms enough to empathize, until a new experience jolts you into the breach. That was my experience with seeing enough Pollocks together, including his early work, to understand the trajectory he was traveling. Just three weeks later….

I was in D.C. to wave at the pink-and-green clad Alpha Kappa Alpha sisters as they marched from the White House to the Capitol to celebrate their 100th anniversary. (That's me in the tan jacket, waving.) Imagine a sorority founded to combat lynching and infant mortality and still going strong all these years later, making change in the world…

and also making change was the National Museum of Women in the Arts. Every woman and every man who loves women in this country should immediately send them $10 of your hardest-earned money, because what they show us is that Lee Krasner and Elaine De Kooning were just as talented as the men who eclipsed them (to the men who were writing the reviews) and that it is imperative if we ever want equality to save these roots from our past for the young people to graft onto and pull all of us up. Sadly, I have not one photograph from there, but I can give you the link:  National Museum of Women in the Arts

And did I mention that this past month I celebrated my 30th wedding anniversary with
the man who took me to Paris a few years ago (This photo is from the top floor of the Louvre looking across the Tuileries Garden to the Eiffel Tower) and also…

loves my dog? Is it possible to be too drunk on love and travel and sheer joy to concentrate? To be thrown wide by luck and adventure, so that the mind does not narrow to the specifics of creating? Excuse me, while I lock myself in my room to write.

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