Today, I’m 34. Joey gave me a lemon tree, and a good friend of mine had a baby girl. I’m celebrating! Also, I’ve had a drink that’s gone right to my head (I know, I know, never write after drinking, but it’s my birthday!) Part blood orange, part lemon, part honey, and part Maker’s Mark….
nine
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
nine
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
nine
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
seven
And 2 1/2 pounds of butter later… Sweet Rosie turned seven.
Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 