It was like being a senior in High School waiting for news about colleges. I was at the mailbox, expecting the rejection like always these past four years, ready with my Plan B of putting together some sort of on-my-own writing retreat this summer, and I saw the envelope with Yaddo's return address. "That is a big envelope," I thought. I held it awhile. It was big and it had heft. I slit open the top and slid the papers out past the letterhead, date, my return address, and the salutation. The phrase "pleased to invite you" came into view.
All of you writers with Yaddo experience, especially any of you who use wheelchairs, send advice my way. And such big thanks to you alumni who provided references.