This Day. My mother recounting a single story to me over and over again. She places me on a Carousel, sits me on the sleek, horse, raring...

These days. I have snow on my mind. I'm in the midst of a novel set in the 1930's and it is snowing on the mountain. It's like stepping...

Well, I up and did it. After twenty years in Nashville and sixteen up on the hill I picked up stakes and headed to the coast. Otherwise...