Skip to main content


Time flies

Time flies. Seasons overlap. Years vanish on the wind, like smoke from an untended fire. A year ago, as summer began, I started to write one last novel. The more things change...


Ariadne is the cleanest plant in our house. She has been with us over two years now, tolerating our sometimes misguided notions of how to care for her. She likes water and shade and would never set foot in the dirt.

She came with kinfolk who left after a little while. Ariadne abides.