Papers by Meredith Sue Willis
Ohio University Press, 2010
Teachers and Writers, 2001
... and Kojo (William T.) Jones Jr., edited by Dolores M. Johnson Beyond Hill and Hollow Original... more ... and Kojo (William T.) Jones Jr., edited by Dolores M. Johnson Beyond Hill and Hollow Original Readings in Appalachian ... gave me critical help with these stories: Carol Emshwiller, Shelley Ettinger, Edith Konecky, Joan Leibovitz, Suzanne McConnell, Carole Rosenthal, Andrew ...
... by Editing Other People's Writing; (4) Learning to Revise by Using Other People's C... more ... by Editing Other People's Writing; (4) Learning to Revise by Using Other People's Comments on Your Writing; (5) Going Deeper by Adding; (6) Changing Media for Deep Revision; (7) Deep Revision and ... Education Level: Elementary Secondary Education; Higher Education. ...
Teachers and Writers Magazine, 1983
Teachers and Writers, 1990
Teachers and Writers Magazine, 1984
Teachers and Writers, 1976
Appalachian Heritage, 2006
Appalachian Heritage, 2006
I'm sitting here in the South Berkshire County Police Station on a molded orange chair, stari... more I'm sitting here in the South Berkshire County Police Station on a molded orange chair, staring at the green painted block walls and scuffed vinyl floor tiles. They put me between the cart with the coffee machine and a big, blue water bottle, and they've gone back to their computers and scanners. I think they're bringing in a psychiatrist because I've refused to speak. I hug my pocketbook like some old country lady on a bench in the bus station. I didn't mean to stonewall them, but I closed down. I wasn't hungry; I didn't have to pee. I've seen this happen to patients after a trauma, and I've been watching it happen to me. But a little while ago my stomach growled, and I've begun to feel prickles of embarrassment. I'm ready to start signing papers or whatever they want me to do. C.T.'s wallet is still in my bag, but they have the truck license, and I expect by now they've ID'd him and soon they'll get hold of my kids. Or else I'll call themmyself, which of course is what I should have done in the first place. There was a ruckus over my pocket book, a brown leather hobo bag that I've had for twenty years, expensive at the time I bought it. The nice young Massachusetts police officer's lips got tighter and tighter as he kept trying to get some information out of me: "We know you were with him, ma'am. We just want some information." I appreciate that they are polite up here just like back home in West Virginia, but when I didn't talk, the young cop tried to lay a hand on the pocketbookgently, he didn't try to grab itbut I snatched it back and hugged it, and some of the people in the parking lot at the lake started to mutter, and then his boss came over, and they asked me if I wanted to go in the ambulance, but I could tell that the emergency people had already given up on C. T. They got him out of sight as soon as they could, so I was pretty sure he was gone. The older cop offered me a ride to the police station. I didn't have a lot of choice, did I? The truck was in the lake.
Teachers and Writers Collaborative, 1976
Teachers and Writers, 1977
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