Vermont College of Fine Arts.
This place bears an uncanny resemblance to Hogwarts. The staircases don’t move, but the buildings seep tradition and history.
There’s an eerie fog. A forest off in the distance. Even a bathroom stall door that moans like Myrtle.
Students gather from around the country and are sorted into advisor groups with a mysterious method much like the sorting hat.
There is magic here. The magic of a class of children’s writers who support each other, name themselves, and become a family over two years together. The magic of a network of alumni who’ve already reached out to welcome first semester students into the fold.
There are readings, costumes, dances, amazing guest authors such as Maggie Steifvater (who read tarot cards at my lunch table!), and an awesome faculty of writers to guide us on this MFA journey.
Every writer leaves Brigadoon changed.
Not from the weight of reading lists, critical essays, and creative pages looming before us.
From finding the family where we belong.