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Reflections in the Silver Cup

BOOKS ON THE JOURNEY

Childhood



Readers–we are a distinctive assemblage of folks. This has come to my attention more often since To Drink from the Silver Cup came out. With all the publicity about the general populace becoming nonreaders, I was gratified when I casually mentioned at the AT&T Store that I was heading out on a book tour, and the young man serving me got excited. “I love to read. What’s your book about? Do you have a card?” Over the months I heard it often, in part I suppose because of the mystique of meeting an author. But also just because there really are still a lot of people who love to read.

Then there are the people who have actually read Silver Cup. Some of them are dog-earers, highlighters, and flaggers. Some want to carry on Read More 
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UPDATE ON A HARD TIME IN THE BAY AREA

On my last afternoon in the Bay Area, I arrived at the big old Victorian in Emeryville, where Bear and Peter live in two of the three apartments it holds. This was the only time we could meet, working around my book events and Bear and Peter’s time at the Oregon Country Fair (OCF). I wended my way through the riot of plants and trees growing in every container imaginable, and up the back stairs to the deck where I’d sat so often before. The round table was laid in typical Peter fashion with beautifully presented fruits and coconut macaroons. I experienced the feeling that would return again and again during our visit—of everything being familiar but also strange. Briana’s presence there was as large as ever but also deeply Read More 
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A HARD TIME IN THE BAY AREA

I dearly love the San Francisco Bay Area. I have lived in all three of its major cities: San Francisco, also just referred to as The City; Berkeley; and Oakland. It is a place of great magic and beauty. And memories. And some of those memories came up to whack me from behind on this trip. I’ve always looked forward eagerly to return visits in the past. But not this time, and I was hard put to figure out why. I just knew I didn’t really want to leave Albuquerque, which is not my favorite place, to come to one of my very favorites.

I came up with some reasons, but they didn’t really explain my reluctance. On July 6 I flew into Oakland and met up with Sarah, my Bay Area host and good friend and colleague from Western Michigan University Creative Writing days. We chatted nonstop all evening, much of the time talking about writing projects, as we always do. But the next morning, I didn’t want to Read More 
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