
My final residency with Pacific’s MFA program wasn’t a full residency, just a few days of workshop and craft talks offered to post-grads prior to our graduation ceremony. However, somehow it was just as emotionally draining, if not as intellectually exhausting. The schedule for the three day mini-residency was packed and I was nervous about the arrival of my parents & about the ceremony, so the finality of it all didn’t hit me until after the ceremony.
Overwhelmed by the crowd of graduates and family members, my parents and I relocated to a quiet spot under a tree, where I was presented with my graduation presents: a lovely silver bracelet, my father’s Mont Blanc Pen, and a handmade chapbook in which each of my family members, including my partner, wrote me a poem. I was completely overcome.
I’m still processing all those emotions and I imagine that as I sort through them, some thoughts will appear here. But what is clear to me is how much I want and need to keep writing, to contribute to that great conversation.
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