I recognized something as I sped along the deserted highway and deeper into the sandy swamps of northeastern South Carolina: I will never permanently return to Delaware, “home” for the first twenty-odd years of my life. Of course, I had…
I recognized something as I sped along the deserted highway and deeper into the sandy swamps of northeastern South Carolina: I will never permanently return to Delaware, “home” for the first twenty-odd years of my life. Of course, I had…
I recently finished teaching an 8-week, introductory fiction and intensive writing class–a course I’ve taught six times as the instructor of record, including three times during the regular semester. The course aims to teach non-majors how to read and discuss…