Tom Fate's latest, a travel memoir, is "Not only 'a journey into space,' as Nelle Morton once wrote, 'but a journey into presence.' Not tours, but unmarked detours. Detours of intention, which can be read two ways: sometimes I chose the route, but more often it chose me."
"As a person socialized as white in a racist culture, O’Connor does not intuitively grasp the psychic damage done by slavery ... and this lack of understanding and experience shows up in the stories as well as in the letters."
Thimbleberries were not on my mind when I applied for a writing workshop at the Collegeville Institute. I wanted time set apart from the busyness and business of everyday life. I wanted a view of a lake, fenced-in by maple trees. I wanted to be in a community where I felt the ease of saying, Yes, I am a writer.