Memories. And maybe a correction.

Selma and I are away in Monterey teaching our Destuckification Retreat, so this post is one I actually wrote several days ago. Correction. It has occurred to me more than once — actually, about twice a week — that I have done something of an injustice to...

Ow.

So Selma and I are at Barbara Sher’s retreat in North Carolina. It’s about biggifying your work through writing and speaking, and it’s fabulous because Barbara is even more Barbara in person than you think she’s going to be. Man. That is one...

This may be slightly surreal.

Okay, enough with the disclaimers. The cast of characters: My arms: not so much their actual physical arm-ness, more like a representation of my arms. Actually, think of a Greek chorus made up entirely of arms. Me: You know, me. Cobalt: The awesome body-work chick who...
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