Thoughts about writing, and the universe.
The new school year is back into full swing. With introductions over, we are well into academic work. With my first year groups, I'm teaching Henrik Ibsen's A Doll's House and the memoir of the Cambodian genocide I taught two years ago, First They Killed My Father by Loung Ung. Then in the second year,... Continue Reading →
These last two weeks, I have been taking part in a workshop on nature writing with Granta. With about ten other writers located around the world, I am learning about the genre, reading essays by Kathleen Jamie, Jason Allen-Paisant, and others, and experimenting with how I engage with nature in my own writing. In a... Continue Reading →
In the eastern parts of Umbria, the land lofts up from fertile valleys into rich-forested mountains. These are the Apennines, a range I'd heard mentioned before but knew nothing of, a string of low mountains stretching the full length of the Italian peninsula. Yesterday, on a recommendation from our Italian language teacher, we drove out... Continue Reading →
Words like trees 