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Brenda Coultas and Frannie Lindsay interviewed by Kate Greenstreet on every other day:
Brenda Coultas: 'In my hometown, my mother had some great plans for publicizing the book. We were going to present a copy to the library and call the local paper to snap a pic until my cousin called it porn which cooled my mom's jets. But she even defended the book, calling it art. Mostly my family was confused but kept it to themselves.'
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What do you remember about the day when you saw your finished book for the first time?

Frannie Lindsay: 'I wasn't expecting it! Utah sent the first copy of the book to my work address. So there in the middle of all the interdepartmental envelopes and memos was a padded envelope. I had been having a rough day and almost cried.

Then I opened it. I was afraid to read it. But I made myself read every single poem. It was scary. And it felt good.

The best part, though, was that Jean Valentine was in Cambridge for the afternoon. She came to my office, and I took the rest of the day off to celebrate with her. It could not have been more perfect.'
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