This plaque was on my grandmother’s kitchen wall from my first memory. My mother inherited it, and it lived on her kitchen wall until I lost her five years ago. Now it’s on my kitchen wall, a constant reminder of two remarkable women whose lives held suffering
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One of my favorite research gigs was working at Arnosky Flower Farm between Dripping Springs and Blanco, Texas. The lovely Pamela Arnosky (pictured below) was the epitome of graciousness and let this total neophyte work in the greenhouses and fields of gorgeous flowers as part of my
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Sometimes I get stuck in a story and don’t know where to go next. (Usually a sign that I’m trying to force something to happen instead of letting the story flow organically.) It’s a weirdness of my brain and my process that planning out a story never
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Being surrounded by pleasant memories and things I cherish is an important element of my workspace. Here’s a shot of one side of my desk, where I have my books lined up, steadied by a bookend our daughter brought back from a trip. Then there’s a doily of
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The story of Sweetgrass Springs had some of its roots in a discovery I made on a trip through Blanco, Texas. Blanco is in the Hill Country, just like the imaginary town of Sweetgrass Springs, but what grabbed my imagination was the notion of a decommissioned courthouse,
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