The cynical side of me sometimes thinks we live in a doomed world. But I don’t think that’s true. I’m a sucker for love, in all its many forms, flavors, and formats.
(And yeah, even when it occasionally runs aground and leaves me brokenhearted for several months!)
What binds mothers to daughters, lovers to each other, romantic partners to new pursuits?
Love.
Simply put, there is nothing better.
The Man in the Tree is a collection of eighteen stories dealing with love, loss, and longing.
You’ll love this book because I love this book. I loved writing it. I loved reading it (I reread it still!)
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve read Rooftop Ballet, but I can tell you I cry every time I read it. (Every. Time.)