|Daughter M and Dan in the Library Bar at my MFA graduation Jan. 2010|
But I am breathing. Living. Talking. Listening. Relishing. Mourning. Rejoicing.
There's been a nice battery recharge for me here. Connecting with fellow writers, faculty, and mentors--and getting to read from my book. I will return to my reclusive corner of writer-ville, seeking community--wholeheartedly intending to build one.