Two summers ago, when I learned I’d been accepted to the Sewanee Writers Conference, I was weeks into a debilitating illness that had left me unable to walk. I was in constant pain, barely able to stand up on crutches. My friends tried to look supportive when I insisted I would be well enough to go to Sewanee. Then they’d find a tactful way to ask me whether I’d ever seen the University of the South—all those steep hills and narrow stone steps. Read Chapter 16s Emily Choate on the healing properties of a creative-writing conference:
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:08:25 +0000
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