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The Moment I Realized That I Am, In Fact, A Good Parent

Every summer, for twelve years, I've gone to the same writers' retreat in the mountains of Southwest Virginia at a place called Nimrod Hall. The main house was built in 1783 and the property has slowly expanded into a number of outbuildings. There's running water and electricity -- but little else has changed over the years.

Families and writers and artists stay there because there's not much to do except create and be together. The beds are metal framed. There's no air conditioning. Dog-eared paperbacks, the Cowpasture River, and an old VHS player are pretty much the only entertainment.

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Thanks as usual to Gina Misiroglu of Red Room for putting me in touch with the AOL people. It's just one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.