Posts Tagged "Rainier Writing Program"

My Wobbly Bicycle, 45

Posted by on Oct 16, 2013 in Archive | 10 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 45

The hair thing.  I can pinch my “bangs” between thumb and forefinger. At the back, hair’s about twice as long. I try a hairbrush and see a slight difference. Not much, but it’s coming along. It feels like healing. That’s the wonderful thing about hair. The more of it, the better I am. From the front, it’s cute, but from the sides and back—of course I stand with a mirror and study it—it’s still plastered to my head in a way that isn’t flattering. [None of MY hair in these photos. They’re all from the book launch. I wanted you to see them.] Upside: my hair may grow...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 37

Posted by on Aug 21, 2013 in Archive | 10 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 37

It’s been a cool summer, for the most part. We’ve spent a number of evenings in front of the fireplace in the big cottage—at one time six grandchildren, their parents, and Jerry and me (the others had come earlier). My press had sent me a carton of 25 advance copies of my new book of poems, No Need of Sympathy. The book is dedicated to my grandchildren, and I wanted each child to have a copy. But the sequence called “The Grandmother Sonnets,” one for each child, are not children’s poems. They deal with complex emotions, often alluding to difficult situations, often from my own...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 26

Posted by on May 29, 2013 in Archive | 41 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 26

The doctor’s office just called. My platelet count is down to 40 (normal is 150-400). They warned me to be careful with knives, not to operate a chain saw, etc.) I said I wouldn’t. I may have another blood test before the weekend. My hemoglobin is way low also. I am so tired I got dressed this morning and flopped down on the bed in exhaustion from the effort. I sat down three times changing our king-sized bed on Sunday. I sat and read all day yesterday, including an hour-long nap. Walking up stairs makes me huff and puff. I also feel icky. “Icky,” in case you’re not sure, means...

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Why I Love Teaching in a Low-Res Writing Program

Posted by on Aug 7, 2012 in Archive | 5 comments

Why I Love Teaching in a Low-Res Writing Program

Every August I pack an almost-over-the-weight-limit suitcase and my computer and fly to Tacoma, WA, to teach for ten days at the Rainier Writing Workshop, a low-residency MFA program (to my mind, one of the best in the country). This is where I am at the moment—I have a little free time in the middle of pretty intense days—workshops, readings, craft talks, lectures, classes. It’s a great deal of fun. Every year I’m giddily happy to see my colleague-friends, about 30 of us, young and old writers from all over the country. At the end of the ten days, we mentors are paired with mentees,...

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