Learning to Listen: a call for support of the writing project’s intensive summer institutes
The small but heavy cardboard box had been opened, closed, and put aside–part of a larger project to plow through the accumulated debris of twenty-eight years of marriage. Its moving label read “Home Office. Books. His.” My daughter Stephanie called me to ask if I might pick it up as part of my upcoming trip to Berkeley. Why not? Steph’s husband Mike, mindful of my weak lower back, hefted the […]
