a glimpse of my authentic life
I live in Asheville, NC, in the house of my friend Karen. I rent the downstairs. The house is on a hill, once part of a mountain I’m sure, and we’re surrounded by old trees, mostly oaks and pines, and woods in the back, which makes it almost impossible to see the moon until it’s very late at night or…
A Love Apart is a novel close to my heart. In its various incarnations, it took me ten years to write. I was trying to tell a story based on a deep soul connection I’d recognized decades ago with someone I’d known through many lifetimes. Yet, I couldn’t find a way to fictionalize it…
Yesterday was the Fourth of July, a day to celebrate freedom. Here, in Asheville, NC, it poured rain for hours, the kind of hard, wide-streamed deluge that soaked the ground in seconds, flooded roads, bent fields of flowers, induced electricity to flicker dangerously close to completely shutting down. I stayed in all day, mostly reading, a little disheartened that I had not been called this week to the writer’s retreat for which I was on a cancellation list.