a glimpse of my authentic life
Three years ago, in 2013, my memoir, Rare Atmosphere, An Inter-dimensional Affair of the Heart, was published. Shortly after that, however, my writing Muses took off for Bora Bora and haven’t returned since. It left me with a familiar niggling of sadness and melancholy. During this past year especially, happiness seemed to elude me…
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.