You awake with a start, bolt upright, an I-overslept-my-job-interview panic in your pulse, but of course it’s hours too early and there’s barely any light making it through the new rectangle of blinds at an angle unfamiliar relative to your…
Category: The MFA Years
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I have long joked that I’m the least educated person I know. It’s not true, of course – I’ve spent most of the last decade working with college students who, by definition, have less education. And there are a few…