As the family neared the compound, they caught their first glimpse of The Bakers. A dozen girls in long floral dresses with golden hair in elaborate braids walked along the side of the road. Each carried a woven basket covered with checked cloth, like the one Little...
Excerpt from the memoir manuscript Good Fortune Next Time: Life, Death, Irony, and the Non-Profit Management of Very Small Colleges December 13, 1993 When Rod Gander, the president of Marlboro College and my boss, climbed down from the hissing, dripping 6:00...
I can’t say what came first: my desire to write fantasy or my desire to play Dungeons & Dragons. I just know that they are and always have been inextricably linked in my imagination. I read fantasy from the age of four or five, but the realization that I...
Where is your usual starting point – in research, an image, the middle of a story, an outline? The place a poem begins varies for me. In some poems, like “Burning Trash,” I begin with an image – in that case, the image was of a fire burning inside an old...
