Going public. (part four of an in-progress series)

(Refresh your memory: Click here for part three.)   I blame Sofie. I was nervous about sitting in the backseat of the Honda CRV. It was a two-hour drive from the Albany train station to the artists center. Sitting in the front passenger seat would isolate me from the two fellow residents in the backseat, […]

No friends, no fear. (part two of an in-progress series)

  People were the problem. Four weeks in the Adirondacks were the solution. No wifi. No cell phone service. No accessible town with coffee shops or bars or bodegas that sold fistfuls of Laffy Taffy and Swedish Fish for fifty cents. One month at a lake-front artists colony in a small hamlet two hours north […]

Noodling. (part one of an in-progress series)

On Sunday, July 9, I swam to the middle of Indian Lake. It’s taken me these past four weeks to begin to write about that event. I have not been procrastinating. I just haven’t known where to start. I know myself as a writer and a person, and this is a sign that there is […]