Thin ribbon of light under heavy damask drapes covering a door that slides open to the back patio. I cannot unsee what I have seen. A new day begins.

AN AROMA LIKE PRISTINE OYSTERS, like fresh mushrooms, like longing, rises from the forest floor when the segmented shovel of Harvey’s track hoe bites into the soil. Fifty feet away, Mrs. Harvey sits, her bland, powdery pale face nearly invisible from the passenger side of Harvey’s white truck, hands out of sight but no doubt resting on the bible in …

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I AM LISTENING to an audio version of Diana Gabaldon’s 1991 novel, Outlander,  massive first novel of a series. It has been described as “genre-bending,” conflating elements of historical fiction, romance, fantasy and science-fiction. Gabaldon notes on her website that if you can read any three pages and then put it down she will give you a …

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November 18, 2014

Sometimes you can only tell a story backwards. I’ve been twisted up tighter than a morning glory in the sun.

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Man-of-the-earth vine (morning-glory family) at Longleaf near Pensacola, Florida, May 2004.

But like this flower, I have a buzzing bee at my center that agitates until I reengage.

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