Paul reveals...

Paul Guest reveals that he will be reading at the Meacham Writers' Conference, and as a result, this picture appears in my life. That's me, much younger than I am now, walking at UTC with Mark Jarman and Tomaz Salamun.


Isn't it funny how seeing a picture of yourself young can make you all nostalgic?


Oh, to be stupid again, in that particular way... Oh, to cut my hair short. Oh, to stay up late at night drinking coffee and talking about ideas...


THAT GIRL was reading Foucault. THAT GIRL didn't eat meat. THAT GIRL went cliff-jumping in the summer. THAT GIRL rode on motorcycles, behind boys who were up to no good. THAT GIRL is still inside me somewhere.


I'd like to go up for the conference, the short hour-and-a-half drive... if only for the day and night on Friday... But my doctors have expressly forbidden me leaving town so close to the arrival of the little critter. But what about it? Just for a day? Chattanooga is, after all, just beyond the borders of the "metro Atlanta area."


Oh, what would THAT GIRL do???