Bobby Orr was my first love. I'd like to say that the 46-year-old pic below shows just one of our many moments shared, but it was our one and only. In an alley next to the old Boston Garden. A few moments after I almost got smushed by his Cadillac El Dorado. Read the rest … Continue reading When Number Four was My Number One
That could be one meaning of AWP, the Assocation of Writers and Writing Programs, which next week holds its annual convention - North America's largest - in Tampa. With at least 12,000 attendees, 2,000 speakers and 500 readers, it's an inspiring wave or, depending on your daily rate of interaction with the rest of humanity, … Continue reading A Wholelotta People
Six Januarys ago, Elizabeth Searle and I stole away from lunchtime at the University of Southern Maine's Stonecoast MFA residency in Freeport, Maine, pulled chairs up to the fireplace in my hotel room, read one more time the proposal we'd done for a book we'd been dreaming about, then each placed a finger on the … Continue reading Soap Opera Confidential!