I paraphrase Chilean poet and conceptual artist Cecilia Vicuña, who says, writing is a social life. Receding into the privacy of a quiet study in a small town to work on a story, is in some ways antithetical to writing
One of the silver linings of the 2020 pandemic was that I got to mind the Haig-Brown House through all of the seasons. Typically the site manager skidaddles to make room for the writer in residence between November and April,
My arrival: The immaculate backyard is lit up by the morning sunshine. Trees that border the back yard cast shadows across the lawn. Some are thick and arching. Others are distorted reflections on the lawn that shift and change with
"I was so pleasantly surprised to see how beautiful this place was. I had found it online and stayed for only one night The grounds are spectacular with the river running behind it. This historic home has a lovely and knowledgeable host (thanks, Marjorie) who provided a delicious breakfast! I will definitely stay here again."