I’ve been doing a bit of traveling lately. Today I dropped in on the neighborhood where I grew up in Ohio, then headed off to an artist colony in New Mexico where I’d spent time in the late ’90s. Next came Traverse City, Michigan; Mojacar, Spain; and Ojai, California. No, I don’t have a private jet. I’ve been cyberstalking the…
On my 50th birthday I was presented with a little green box that could only contain something small and possibly expensive, like jewelry. Inside was a sparkly diamond in a platinum setting. I was surprised, to say the least, because the ring came from my mother. Included in the box was a handwritten note: My mother gave this to me, and…
It was a blustery winter morning when I packed the car, kissed my boyfriend goodbye, and headed off for the monastery. I needed alone time without the usual distractions of life so that I could reread the latest draft of a novel I’d been working on for too many years. I’ve always struggled to balance my two lives: the public…
