In my careening toward a travel deadline this spring, I was ordering track shorts, preening band attire, and any number of things to do that I felt necessary in my absence. My residency at Yaddo (I am insufferably proud) would be the first time participating in a residency of this length since having kids (in 2010). I’ve written before about this.
When …
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