"I Hate Workshop Prompts"
or
Why I am the Biggest Sandra Beasley Fangirl Ever
or
How to Spend a Friday Night in Pittsburgh
I woke Friday morning from one of those horrible dreams in which you’ve regained something you lost, and the dream is so real, and you wake to a disorienting, disappointing reality. And the emotional aftermath of that hung over me all through work.
Meanwhile the boy was staying home from school because of am asthma flare. I stopped to see the kids after work, then headed here.
I managed to get myself somewhere unfamiliar in the city without getting lost!
The building is this lovely, artsy, exposed brick studio. All sorts of paintings along the walls, sculpture and textiles, paper cranes hanging from the ceiling. There’s a big bathtub in the middle of the room they fill with ice and drinks.
Sandra Beasley is small, slight. And she’s funny! Really, really funny. And when she starts to read, she, hmm, expands. She drove up from DC and kindly complimented my city.
She read:
Cherry Tomatoes (that came from a workshop prompt)
One from the Allergy Girl series
You (the hairs all stood up on the back of my neck)
Fireproof
The Fish
Theories of Nonviolence
Theories of Falling
And then she read three poems from her new book. Which may be even better poems. I would have never believed that possible.
After half an hour, they took an ice cream break, then Ron McLean read one of his short stories, a really haunting one about a father and teenage daughter. During which I got a text that my kid was sick enough that he needed to go to the ER.
So, as soon as the reading was over, I rushed right up to her and asked her to sign my book, explaining I had to rush home to get a kid to the ER.
I chatted with Sandra Beasley about food allergies! Squee! She was so lovely and gracious and funny. I have such a huge huge girlcrush.
And then I rushed to the car, cranked Kings of Leon and sped down the Boulevard of the Allies in the rain, and got back to the house to stay with the little boy while the big one got pumped full of meds.
And on my way back home at three am I came this close to hitting a deer. I’ve had enough excitement for one weekend.
Why I am the Biggest Sandra Beasley Fangirl Ever
or
How to Spend a Friday Night in Pittsburgh
I woke Friday morning from one of those horrible dreams in which you’ve regained something you lost, and the dream is so real, and you wake to a disorienting, disappointing reality. And the emotional aftermath of that hung over me all through work.
Meanwhile the boy was staying home from school because of am asthma flare. I stopped to see the kids after work, then headed here.
I managed to get myself somewhere unfamiliar in the city without getting lost!
The building is this lovely, artsy, exposed brick studio. All sorts of paintings along the walls, sculpture and textiles, paper cranes hanging from the ceiling. There’s a big bathtub in the middle of the room they fill with ice and drinks.
Sandra Beasley is small, slight. And she’s funny! Really, really funny. And when she starts to read, she, hmm, expands. She drove up from DC and kindly complimented my city.
She read:
Cherry Tomatoes (that came from a workshop prompt)
One from the Allergy Girl series
You (the hairs all stood up on the back of my neck)
Fireproof
The Fish
Theories of Nonviolence
Theories of Falling
And then she read three poems from her new book. Which may be even better poems. I would have never believed that possible.
After half an hour, they took an ice cream break, then Ron McLean read one of his short stories, a really haunting one about a father and teenage daughter. During which I got a text that my kid was sick enough that he needed to go to the ER.
So, as soon as the reading was over, I rushed right up to her and asked her to sign my book, explaining I had to rush home to get a kid to the ER.
I chatted with Sandra Beasley about food allergies! Squee! She was so lovely and gracious and funny. I have such a huge huge girlcrush.
And then I rushed to the car, cranked Kings of Leon and sped down the Boulevard of the Allies in the rain, and got back to the house to stay with the little boy while the big one got pumped full of meds.
And on my way back home at three am I came this close to hitting a deer. I’ve had enough excitement for one weekend.
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