The Grant Year
One year ago I learned the great state of Minnesota was trusting me with an Artist Initiative Grant in support of my writing. This vote of confidence from strangers gave me a specific kind of momentum, and in these past twelve months I’ve published essays in great places ('This Is My Oldest Story" in Creative Nonfiction's True Story #15; "To Be Held" in Sweet; "Look At It Like This" in Up North Lit; & "Clean Lines" in Ninth Letter), was a finalist in a nonfiction contest (Curt Johnson Prose Award), received two nominations each for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize (thanks, Sweet, UPL, and Creative Nonfiction!), taught an adult writing class through Minnetonka Community Ed (which I'll be offering again through the Plymouth Library system in late winter), and folks, I’ve gone and written a manuscript. I’ve barely touched its pages since school began in August, but something shifted over this last month, and the story is insisting it’s had enough rest. I say all this because I’m very grateful. And also because here it is: progress, vulnerability, accountability, my wildest dream. Anything can happen in a year. Hotdamn! Anything. Here's to a 2019 that shines and sparkles and stretches us all.