by Andi | Mar 27, 2014 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
The carved spines of mountains clothed in trees, the shadow of a house barely visible. Or San Francisco defined clearly by roads and the expediency of horses, tucked complete against the north shore by the Gate. Or roads – Secretary’s Sand, Cocke, River... by Andi | Mar 24, 2014 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
He beckoned to us from the back of the yard, and ever the obedient hiking group, we snaked out way back to him, past the pit that once sat below the ice house, past the smoke house and dairy, behind the boxwoods into the woods. I have been most places at Bremo but... by Andi | Mar 19, 2014 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
I gave my first public reading in 2002. I stood on a stage in Culver City, California and read my piece “Working Wood.” Another classmate read that night, too – and sadly, I cannot remember who that person was – but the “guest... by Andi | Mar 18, 2014 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
I’ve never liked them – the goals of being popular – measured then by the number of people at your party or the number of party invites you got. Measured now by “likes” and followers and the number of people on your mailing list. ... by Andi | Mar 17, 2014 | Andi's Book, Written and Wrought
The South speaks of slavery with every breath. From the columned plantation houses that we sometimes call estates or mansions or museums – or even “the big house”- to the boarded, two-doored schools that communities built when their children could...