I am packed. I dug out my travel toiletries, picked out the books for the long plane ride, rolled up my black and gray clothing, and emptied the SD card on my camera. I called my mom. I listened to French music while I was working this week. I set my away-message on my workContinue reading “Un Grand Merci”
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Native Plants
My mother-in-law once told me that she is the kind of reader who will stop reading once an author makes a stranger’s mistake about a place. A character turns up a street that doesn’t really exist in downtown Chicago, or the Texas landscape is mutilated to satisfy a plot twist. She’s the kind of readerContinue reading “Native Plants”