Rebecca’s Reflections

Home is Where the Views Are

Home is Where the Views Are

I can’t remember when I decided I would retire to North Carolina. The idea came on gradually. Maybe it was after I spent that month in the Tennessee cabin writing the first draft of The Kimono Tattoo. It was only a month, but I felt such an affinity for the hillsides...

My Tokyo House of Horrors

My Tokyo House of Horrors

“Okay. Here’s a listing that might work!” The agent pushed a sheet of paper across the desk to me. “The landlord specifically says he wants to rent to foreigners.” That was refreshing news. My husband, Dennis, and I had been in Tokyo for nearly a week now, trying to...

Nuns Fret Not: My Life in Manhattan

Nuns Fret Not: My Life in Manhattan

I often feel I could live anywhere. When I was seven my family spent a year in India, and I loved it. For college I relocated to the Sandhills of North Carolina. Only a two-hour drive from my home in Raleigh, still the landscape was different, with long-leaf pines,...

Not a Drive-By: On Falling in Love with a House

Not a Drive-By: On Falling in Love with a House

Why do you love your house?” the young woman asks me. We are sitting on my front porch while she interviews me about the flood. She is doing a study on the River Des Peres that runs alongside the street perpendicular to mine, meandering through a concrete culvert...

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