I so admire a man with the courage to tell the truth. This tribute to Michael Neff is well deserved. Now, to check out the work of Ginger Marcinkowski.
A long time ago, in a far away place…. okay, so it was ten or so years ago in Washington, D.C. I attended a writers retreat, Algonkian Conferences, put on by a man called Michael Neff. I arrived at Dulles Airport after dark and took a cab to the cabin located in a state park not far from D.C. For a moment, I thought the cab driver was taking me somewhere to kill me, as I had no idea as to where I was going. We wound our way through tall pines with no other humans in sight. I found myself praying out loud. He didn’t kill me, but over the next couple of days, I wondered if it would have been less painful than the week spent at that retreat.
Ten students, both male and female, shared two five bedroom cabins along the edge of the Potomac River.
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