Doing what I loved to do during my residency at the 
Hemingway Birthplace Home—poking about, taking pictures; 
here, in “Abba’s room,” i.e. the room of Ernest Hall, 
Hemingway’s maternal grandfather, who owned the house 
and whom the family called by the Hebrew term for father, “Abba.”


“So what was it like to be writer-in-residence at the Hemingway Birthplace Home? What did you do?” In Papa’s House, my essay on my year in the Hemingway House was just published in the Washington Independent Review of Books. Writing it was a great way to pay tribute to that great experience.

My studio in one of the dormers of the Hemingway Birthplace Home    

Holding my regular StoryStudio Memoir Workshop at the Hemingway House

A moveable feast with friends in the Hemingway attic

Fireplace in the Hemingway Birthplace Home

In the kitchen – in the drawing room – the turret from the outside.