On
Sunday, I'm heading to Madeline Island, a lovely spot in Lake Superior
that happens to house an equally lovely arts school where I've taught
every July for the past seven years. Because I have a group of very
edgy and wonderful writers coming for the week-long retreat, I've been
thinking about edges. How they exist in our writing and our lives. How
we push against them to establish our authenticity and intimacy on the
page.