For several years, novelist Rebecca Hill has led a writing workshop focused on personal story. These stories and essays originated in that workshop and were read at "The Table", which was customarily filled with notebooks, pens, and food. Excerpt from Rebecca's Table: I hold that it's a matter of emphasis, and that if somebody comes to class and reads a suicide note, we will talk about form and function. We'll discuss whether we feel convinced of the narrator's logic and stance, whether the piece was compelling. Surely a suicide note ought to be compelling. Was the communication clear? Did it get to us? "You didn't actually read this to your group, did you?" -- author's spouse "So that's what George was doing on Wednesday mornings." - deli clerk at Wild Oats "Riveting.I laughed and I cried." - anonymous "I'd rather be inoculated than have George read this to me again." - Boomer the Llama