I paused being a daughter and wife, and to be only an artist and have 5 weeks to just enjoy the roses in the garden, rolling hills landscape, song of the birds, beautiful words from the poet friends, leaking melodies of the piano through the doors and windows of the...
By the time the stars aligned for me to come to Civitella (two years after being invited), the narrative nonfiction project I’d planned to work on had gone kaput. What, then, to do with these six unfettered weeks? Take a leap, I decided: experiment with fiction after...
