I’m old enough to remember the day Kennedy was shot. Also blurry Neil Armstrong’s echoing, static-y words amped all the way from the Moon. I was pinned up against a […]
My glittering grandmother, Helen Temple, was a London stage actress and singer during World War I. She was first known for her roles in a variety of Shakespeare plays, then […]
I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Linda Michel-Cassidy for Why There Are Words. Many thanks to Linda, and to Peg Alford Pursell for graciously hosting John, Barrett, and me at the […]
Happy Thanksgiving, to all of my Friends!
Individual as DNA, it spoke to me from fridge notes, Christmas tags, and report cards I took back to school, with her hurried scrawl at the bottom. Even now, the […]
Wisteria hangs in great dollops from the treetops, the faint purple drapery escorting me to Aiken and Camden, Bethune and Rockingham, its aerial artistry choking the tallest pines. Driving through […]
Still hunkered at my desk, as if to stop the night sky brightening, the Leylands lifting from their winter canvas, pastures, singed with frost. Night is like a holiday, I […]