Memory and learning

Last time I participated in a workshop with Randy Susan Myers, I was struggling with the novel that is now awaiting its fate in the hands of a publisher.

It was also only days before my father died. My phone rang in the middle of someone’s reading. I answered it, because it was my father. I don’t know how he’d managed to call me. He was in hospice, and barely able to speak. I can’t really remember exactly what he said, except hello, and I love you. Probably not much more than that. That was t...