musings

where are you from?

I carry in me the twinned blood of the deep South and the pioneer West.

If Wallace Stegner and Pat Conroy had a literary love child, I would aspire to be her … equal parts lyrical pain and pared-down pleasure.

the language of love

Interrupting was a sign of respect in my tribe – equally divided between finishing each other’s sentences and heading each other off at the past.

safe harbor

The first night on the island, they ate fish curry and kissed under the stars.

The second night, they watched a boat founder and sink, and could not save them.