My First Time: Katey Schultz

The First Time I Read My Story to a Veteran
I’d been in Sitka, Alaska all of twenty-four hours and had already fallen in love with its deep, dark winter—the way the snowpack held the moon’s reflection and the old growth spruce draped their boughs like the tired arms of towering women. I would live on this island in the North Pacific for five weeks and to kick-off my writing residency through The Island Institute , I was asked to read from my work-in-progress at the public library.

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