Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Provincetown 50

Allen arrived in Provincetown this afternoon, and we spent the day enjoying the town, walking and sitting on the beach with the dogs. We have just a couple more days. Soon it will be time to load the truck and head back to Ohio.

When I came to the lab to check my e-mail, I learned that Philip F. O'Connor, my mentor when I was in the MFA program at BGSU has died. He was the most generous teacher I ever had. He was a big man with a big soul. When your story came up for workshop, he could put you on cloud nine or leave you quaking in your boots. But you never lost sight that what you were doing was special and important.

Rest in Peace, Phil.

1 comment:

Paula J. Lambert said...

I had Phil his last year at BGSU, before he retired. Everyone is talking about his passing. Come see me at my new blog, Theresa: Stained Glass Buddha.



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