I was the lucky one. I got the bare mattress in an open-air screened porch. It was the end of August in upstate New York, one of the Finger Lakes just across the road. The brisk lake breeze cooling the room in the black of...
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Of course, the garage door had slammed shut and the bolt shot home. I wondered whether this would qualify in the Guinness Book of Records as the most locked doors encountered in a single evening....
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It was difficult to identify and put into words what I thought my listeners might get out of my presentation. But by going through that process, I developed a different relationship with them....
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When I find myself unable to get out of my own head to roll down the embankment into my story, I will recall how lost I felt standing before my blank canvas as if it were the first time, and I will remember what I...
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