Nonfiction

“The heart’s immortal thirst to be completely known and all forgiven.” —H. Van Dyke

I write because of my heart’s immortal thirst, its bottomless thirst. I write because what I’m really trying to do is reach my fingertips out to you and let the most honest part of me find the most honest part of you through a contact deeper than touch.

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For each a song

More and more I think we are each born with one song. It may be a song that deepens and becomes more richly textured over time. It may start small and widen its span to tell a bigger story. It may shapeshift over the decades, weathered—or bolstered—by the passage of time. But it stays one song. Our song, dazzling and inimitable.

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