My Bio


Constance Adler still lives and writes in New Orleans, despite everything.  She shares a cottage near Bayou Saint John with her dog Lance. 

She holds a BA in English Literature from Smith College and an MA in Creative Writing from Hollins University. 

Her articles have appeared in Spy, Utne Reader, Self, Us, In Style, Cable Guide, Baltimore Magazine, Philadelphia Magazine, and New York Magazine.  Locally her stories have run in Gambit Weekly, WHERE New Orleans, and the short-lived but stylish Scat.  The Louisiana Press Association honored her work with a first place award for Individual Feature Writing.

She has written a memoir, describing her exile during Hurricane Katrina and a lot more besides, titled My Bayou: New Orleans Through the Eyes Of a Lover.  Excerpts have been published in Bayou Magazine (University of New Orleans, winter 2007) and Oxford American (Aug/Sept 2008).  The online journal, Blackbird (Virginia Commonwealth University, fall 2008) published a chapter titled "Season of Miracles".

She writes a blog called The Emily Every Day Project, a daily meditation on a poem by Emily Dickinson.

Read some of her articles archived online:
NewPortrait 

Constance Adler taught expository writing and freshman composition as an adjunct faculty in the English Department at Tulane University.  She has also taught a creative writing class of her own design, called Writing From the Chakras, that combined movement, meditation and spontaneous writing.  She has devised the Bayou Writing Workshop as a variation on that theme.

In 2005, she participated in the workshop, Writing the Unthinkable, taught by Lynda Barry, author of What It Is.  In 2007, she finished a year-long manuscript series, facilitated by Patricia Lee Lewis, author of A Kind of Yellow.  In spring 2008 she completed the workshop leadership training offered by Amherst Writers and Artists, and she is an affiliate member of AWA.  She is also a member of the Association of Writers and Writing Programs.


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"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.  Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
                                                               —Groucho Marx