For the past week–save the 36 hours I went home to be with Cody and Eva for the hurricane–I’ve had the good fortune of being on a Writing Residency at The Rockefeller Estate in Sleepy Hollow, New York.
I stayed in this house which was just a stone’s throw from this house and wandered sculpture gardens and hiked these trails and kept running into butterflies and chipmunks and spent most of my time moving commas around and thinking about this ghost town. Days, I ate really juicy stand-over-the-sink plums, and nights, I supped on lentils. It was all really heavenly, but now–after one more hike and a couple more comma-shifts–I’m ready to go home to be with my family.
Thank you, Pocantico, and Teachers & Writers Collaborative for providing me with so much space to think and breathe and write, to stare out the open window and notice the shapes of the leaves and the sounds of the cicadas. I truly appreciate it.