It was two years ago this month that I started in earnest to write my first book, After Rain. It’s funny that I referred to it as “my first book” because I have no plans for a second. But then I didn’t see the first one coming, nor did I know I would feel, even today,...
A few nights ago, I dreamt I was with a group of friends. We had a collection of things — buttons, fabric, thread, sticks, feathers — and our plan was to use them to make some thing new, never before seen. We cut and stitched and wove, imagining new ways to fit old...
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