For me, writing has always meant a certain, daily, disciplined solitude. I get up, make an espresso, avoid the computer/phone/newspaper/child/wife, and head straight to my
I’ve opened this blog for my students, and am starting in the fall semester of 2017, when I am teaching two classes at Mount St.
My father was born a sharecropper, lived most his years as an auto mechanic, and retired from the coal mines of Kentucky. Sharecropping meant