Five years ago if someone asked me where I’d be today, I don’t know what I would have said. But I wouldn’t have said writing in the woods. The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow might have been my answer if I played a game of eenie-meenie-miney-moe with multiple choice answers. In my mind, any place with “colony” attached to it was highly sketchy. A colony involved hippie living, pot growing, and Kum Ba Yah singing.

Or lepers.

Lepers lived in colonies, didn’t they?Continue Reading