….my relationship with myself is the crucial beginning of all my art.
Journal entry, March 1986
The Fruit Cellar: A Place of Discovery
My mother preserved things. First and foremost was produce, chiefly from her garden: beets, corn, carrots, cucumbers, peaches, pears, cherries as well as applesauce and stewed rhubarb. Anything that could be “put up” in jars. In the basement of my childhood home, beyond the furnace room, was a second large, dry, windowless space—the fruit cellar.… Continue reading The Fruit Cellar: A Place of Discovery
The Writing Teacher
“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.” Albert Einstein On a Saturday in mid-March 2016 my writing teacher died. Susan was fifty-four. She had not only lived fourteen years longer than the doctors had predicted, she had lived her days as if she would never die—full… Continue reading The Writing Teacher
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