Last class of Mothers Who Write tonight back at the incredible Knight Rising space at SMOCA. We visited there a few weeks ago and it inspired some great essays that had since been workshopped and cleaned up before we read them tonight under the stars (well, star, I only saw one) in front of a real live audience, always so scary. We had cookies and punch while tales of a non-Type A daughter, a prom night, a mud hut and a better than Pat Benatar live rendition of Hit Me With Your Best Shot circled the cocoon-like exhibit to round out the evening.
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