Two years ago, right around now, I was supposed to be going to Maine for a writer’s retreat led by my favorite living poet.
That didn’t end up happening because I didn’t find a job by then and I was rapidly running out of money. I had to take the refund when I had the chance and save all the money I would have spent on hotels and gas and food for the few days I would be there.
To say I was devastated would be putting it lightly, because this is also just after I would have been seeing … Read the rest
