My World-Traveling Doll

My World-Traveling Doll

I had a doll who traveled the world. Some of her travels she did with me. Some she did on her own. She was a brave little doll. And, very persistent. Twice she turned up under the tree on Christmas morning, waiting for me. I guess “under the tree” is a bit of a...
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...
Basement Dreams

Basement Dreams

The recent flood in my St. Louis house has put me in mind of other houses I have lived in along the way. Houses are so much more than shelters. They are more than prized possessions. They are containers of memories. The houses we have lived in and left shape the...
My Father’s Other Son

My Father’s Other Son

When I was born my father’s colleagues sent him condolences. I was the fourth daughter. The year was 1956, long before parents knew about “gender reveals.” Mine had prepared for a son. Of course they’d have a son. How could they have another daughter? But I was...
Southern Accents

Southern Accents

My sister has two voices. I noticed this yesterday when we were in town. She has a voice for people she doesn’t know and another for her family. Her outside voice goes up an octave and softens. She smiles a lot in her outside voice and sounds friendly and inviting....