To Have Our Stories Heard

We sit in a small group – 10 of us. Most of us have never met the others, and yet here we are – waiting to share some of the hardest things about who we are.  Our guide has a small bracelet of beads, and she passes it to her left, giving the totem of voice...

Home, Memory, and the Rolling Circle of Story

One day in a historical methods class, E. Morris Sider – our beloved professor – asked us to depict what we thought the course of history looked like. Was it a straight line? A circle? A wave?  Around the seminar table in the college archives, we came to...

Coming to the Writing Table Empty

I want to come full to this table I call a desk. I want to come gorged with ideas and words that I can pull from my fingers like a magician can unwrap scores of brightly colored silk scarves. I want to feel like what I am doing when I’m writing is just putting...