Leafing redbuds outside an open window, a birdbath with robins spritzing away winter from new feathers, and a writer sits in a green chair at a desk sharing her observations about relationships through pen on cotton paper.



The paper is swept off the desk by a breeze lifting through curtain sheers, and it floats away from her whitewashed clapboards and vegetable gardens, clearing the tops of trees and puffy clouds and across state lines, to readers afar in beds and in hammocks and in… Continue