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Community, Contacts, and Lots of Coffee – AWP and Me
Lobbies full of voices and shawls. Rooms where we sit hip to hip, where our applied and natural scents mix in a fog of not-quite pleasant but familiar air. Bars where people laugh too loud and some...
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Boston, Bookstores, and Bathrooms – AWP Trip Day 1
As I write, I sit in one of the oldest hotels in Boston, the Park Plaza. According to the handy video on the closed circuit TV, this was the first hotel in the country to include bathrooms and phones...
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Country Boy in the City – AWP Trip Day 2
“I’d hate to drive a cab here in Boston.” “Can you imagine driving a tractor trailer here?” “Those bikes can be deadly – you can’t hear them coming.” I reply, “I think we can safely say that you’d...
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A Day of Friendship in Person and Paper – AWP Trip Day 3
It’s just 7am, and I am sitting in the Hynes Convention Center, staring at the open door to the bookfair where, in about two hours, I will bury myself. For now, though, I’m alone here except for the...
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The Shadowy Days
I was home sick the day the Challenger exploded. I was watching videos of my parents’ trip to China when the phone rang. Mrs. Tolle calling to tell Mom to put on the news. Or maybe Mrs. Tolle was...
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