Novelist
My friend Bob loves working with wood the way I love working with words. A few years ago, Bob made me a gorgeous bowl, about the size of a salad bowl, although I don’t eat salad out of it. I keep Bob’s bowl in my writing room along with my other totem treasures. I’ve used it for…
I got the email about the review rate cut while on vacation. I decided to put thinking about it on hold, maybe let my deeper, wiser self work on it while I looked at Texas antiques, ate cowboy barbecue, and cried by the side of the road next to the X that marks the spot where JFK was…