Lynda Barry, Omega Institute workshop (scratching the surface)

I can’t yet write deeply/fully about my experience at Lynda Barry’s WRITING THE UNTHINKABLE Omega Institute workshop last week, because it’s all still coalescing, and it’s summertime, and I just don’t have the mind space word space right now.  But I wrote a message to my former students and couple colleagues, because the message does scratch the surface (cliche, … Continue reading Lynda Barry, Omega Institute workshop (scratching the surface)

Some thoughts on why I write personal essays

Here’s a statement I wrote last week for a grant application. I’m new-ish to personal essay, so it feels weird to proclaim anything about it (because I keep learning what it is!) but this piece describes some of my process and reasons for writing personal essay, so I thought it was worth posting here. It’s slightly edited toward blogginess. Cheers! *** … Continue reading Some thoughts on why I write personal essays

How It Felt To Me

In her essay, “On Keeping a Notebook,” Joan Didion writes: “…perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont…maybe no one else felt the ground hardening and summer already dead even as we pretended to bask in it, but that was how it felt to me, and it might as well have snowed, could have snowed, … Continue reading How It Felt To Me

Platform-building (A guest post from David B. Coe)

[For this post, I’m pleased to welcome the writer David B. Coe as my first guest  blogger. David is among my favorite colleagues at the Antioch University Midwest Individualized MA program, where he works with graduate creative writing students.  He’s a wonderful guide; I always learn something when I witness his interactions with our students.  As part of  his blog … Continue reading Platform-building (A guest post from David B. Coe)

A live encounter with Jon Langford’s Here Be Monsters

On April 9, I had the pleasure of seeing Jon Langford and Skull Orchard rock the stained glass out of Newport, Kentucky’s Southgate House Revival. (Okay, I’m exaggerating. The windows are still there, or they were when I left the church/club, as evidenced by this photo.) While waiting for the bill at a pizza place nearby, I worried that … Continue reading A live encounter with Jon Langford’s Here Be Monsters